Come see
The shoes on the wire...
Wandering feet parading through life
Pitifull voices complaining of strife...
Asbestos eyes and death breathe mist
The midgets gazed and hissers hissed...
As I enter your room
That hidden stage for your mime...
Saying sorry can sometimes be tough
People don\'t say sorry quite enough...
Ice cold hands
Claw at your face...
If we could express what we feel with 'language...
Would we express our mind, or soul with our whole...
V1
Well I've done what you said...
Open up my skull
And look into my head...
Frozen forever in one stance
A child’s play thing at one glance...
The Ice Cream Dream
Is just a myth...
Sitting tall and proud
Drawing the attention of every crowd...