Your bloodflecked lips, They kiss my sky again
I took you back inside, Thought your games were...

Gazing at what's left of me in the mirror
The image I see makes the world turn cold...

Out of place, out of time
A past too dark to be erased...

Okay, I'll admit that I don't know about this one...
Beauty everywhere...

The night is darkest before a dawn
That will never arrive...

Dreams are all we have
When there's no one to hold...

A single reed in a spiritual desert
Out of place, unable to face...

Sitting alone in a coffee shop
The waitress is cold but the latte's hot...

Crimson lips kiss the sky,
This seems to be our last goodbye...

Pieces of you keep rotting away
But you don't seem to notice, or to care...

Been staring at this blank page
For what seems to me like days...

I am the Mage, I am the Jester.
I am the Shaman making his peace with Gaia...