A pretty little girl
Sitting in a tree...
"Do it," it whispers.
"One throw and you're done."...
Trying so hard to be delivered
but they are screaming my name...
I wasn't at my home that night,
and you knew where i was...
Hiding from those shadows,
the ones that chase your soul...
The cars pulls up & I look around.
I smile, Im saved I think to myself...
Where are you all going
You leave me in the rain...
The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...
So very broken is,
Everything I left here...
Fingers of mist come through the darkness
cold hands seek to steal hope...
When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...
Cloud of black, and skies of grey
Clockwork City is back to play...