My games can't be played
In a burning building
So why, you inquire
Wont I ask all the prophets
Why their hands wont stop shakeing
You know, I'm afraid
Of this changing landscape
Oh no! The ancient pocket
Watch has stopped
And he is here now...
Where is my spine?
Why can't I fight this dread tonight?
Why can't I face the truth tonight?
This weakness fills my mind
I run and pray but i know that face
He has me but he shows no delight
The man in the mist
The questions on his lips
So here we stand, I
Wish I knew my own mind
Who did I think I was?
Oh father, help me now
I am failing
I am falling
Where did I go wrong?
Where is my heart?
Why can't I see you anymore?
Why can't I remember the door?
This horror fills my soul
All I have is games, so he turns away
Oh God, I have become what I hate.
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