Forced out of my shelter of insanity, there never was hope. Lost my way to
secluded peace, found myself here. I'm not alone, never alone, connected to all
things, but this scar-marked body is battered and beautiful, so sick and
tearful, you'd think there was an angel living here. Alone in my own world,
sheltered in the palm of the devil, you look at me with eyes covered in pity, because
those grey tints in your colour are killing you, drinking the hate and love,
leaving you hollow and blind.
So I sing my song at this corner in life, waiting for some one to come and
throw me a crown, dancing to the drums of hidden battles, the ones that are
real, the ones in your head, because isn't it all a dream? How can there be
nothing, darling, when I am living and breathing? How can you be sad, how can you
love, when all the world's a dream and the life you live is but that of a play
soldier in the sand-box wars of the gods? Some day I'll show you the light, and
we'll dance away to my world of bleeding skies, a place of solitude and
sparkling waters. Meantime, I'll keep my secrets and you'll keep yours, we'll pass
in the street and never know, the real worth of a word, a smile, a murdering
rage, because between us is the unreality of the mundane, the past of hate and
horror, so pitiful the lost words that were never spoken, and so pray for your
miserable soul, pray to the gods that are and never were, pray that you may
leave and cause no pain, that hate wins and love is forsaken so you can be
free. I'll forgive you, in my own way of revenge, once I've made you bleed and
scream, so you can see what you could have caused me.