As the dawn is coming,
Up and awakens the Dawn Marchers...

Stuck in this little corner of my mind, thinking,
Thinking of the shit I have been put through...

In the shadows, by far, I swim my life,
Standing in the back ground to hide not fear...

I wonder if anyone notices,
The scares are all still hidden...

Wonders behold, look to the mirror,
Controlled by a machine...

Standing still as stone,
Looking into cold, hard surface...

Count the minutes,
Count the hours...

His face is bloodied,
It’s bruised and battered...

As I sit there in the darkness,
Upon this bed of thorns...

Don't cry for me,
I don’t wanna be cried for...

Beaten and battered,
The Angel lies...

In the silence of the voice, the eyes watch life...
And the ears hear every word, no matter what...