Picture a man with his life in his hands
consumed by the death of his dreams
clutching at straws he dreams no more
a desolate figure, I am he
my agony fuelled by the shadows I ruled
I hide from the world in the dark
outwardly sane, I conceal my pain
life`s touch cold steel in my heart
Wanting fearing facing life alone
I`m not hearing your reasons, so leave me alone
I`m on the brink of insanity, I think
consumed by flames of desire
the two-faced divinity a victim of tragedy
the flames now its funeral pyre
but the death still walks and the divinity talks
I`m facing it day by day
each glimse a hell I`ve come to know so well
see the idealist pay
Assaulted by the day, my inner world`s grey-desolation
I`ll take what I can though I hate what I am-abomination
alcoholic retreat instead of facing defeat-rejection
narcotic escape before it`s too late-deception
I`ve invested my soul in achieving this goal
made pacts sworn oaths taken vows
I never realized each pact has two sides
what hope for my soul now?
we`re both still here, one light one dark
though the cyclone now lies dead
so let`s both dream of things we won`t see
of worlds that will never be said