My mind's the prison,
I'm the inmate...

The skies are raped by the black,
The poison apple falls from the tree...

Wipe away the tears,
and ask what's wrong...

Sitting in the silence,
thinking of you...

Come my little friend.
Do you dare play the game that will never end...

I play a game on my arm.
The Romantic Razor Blade is such a charm...

Took me in when no one else would.
Guided me through life the best he could...

A blanket of stars, covering the night.
Under the spell of the steel-white moon...

Listening to the rhythms of life.
I can hear echos form the past...

Looking into the mirror of mankind.
The reflection I see sends my thoughts soaring...

The fire of dawn lights a path.
Dawn seemed to be a struggle of the independent...

A sea of clouds joined their lives to the sky.
The heavens were in a brite glow...