The Sun above can’t bring me down
Even if the day had just begun

I hope the night comes soon
My interest is best for you

I passed out from the shock
Awoken far too late
His face had vanished out
But he left a subtle trace

I followed tracks outside
Led to a muddy knoll
The atmosphere was thin
And I was feeling sick

I knew I shouldn’t have come
This place, it reeks of stench

He said he could cure her plague
If I drank the wine he gave

It didn’t make any sense
How could he have even known?

Why was he willing to help?
What was in it for him?

I feel it coming back
Does it matter if I even had?

I feel it coming back
Doesn’t matter if I even had