The only comfort's the ringing in my ears
It's the only thing that saves me from what is real
My lonely bed I share alone with the deamons in my head
I wish I had my self again, but he is lying dead
I look nto the eyes of fate and ask him what is next
Parinoia's rippig through my veins
I taste the blood of who I was and who I'll never be
I see the sight and take the flight from my own history
The quietness of my soul has become defening
The life I live has slowly become me
My eyes have changed my face arranged the bloodshot's gone away
My brain is clear I've lost my fear of dieing at a young age
I can feel the blade deepening
You have dug the hole from which I'm no longer free
Upon my back the weight of sin of who I'd always been
I leave behind the path I walked and all of my own friends
The deamons fly around me
They want to take me to a place
A place I called home
Lord Simon
