: Asylums with doors open wide, Where people had paid to see inside, For entertainment they watch his body twist, Behind his eyes he says, 'I still exist
: In fear every day, every evening, He calls her aloud from above, Carefully watched for a reason, Painstaking devotion and love, Surrendered to self
: A legacy so far removed, One day will be improved. Eternal rights we left behind, We were the better kind. Two the same, set free too, I always looked
: Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders, Here are the young men, well where have they been? We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker
: So this is permanence, love's shattered pride. What once was innocence, turned on its side. A cloud hangs over me, marks every move, Deep in the memory
: Instincts that can still betray us, A journey that leads to the sun, Soulless and bent on destruction, A struggle between right and wrong. You take
ask for so much. Without the protection and infancy's guard, It all falls apart at first touch. Watching the reel as it comes to a close, Brutally taking
: A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia, The sound from broken homes, We used to always meet here. As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms, Some
: Procession moves on, the shouting is over, Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone. Talking aloud as they sit round their tables, Scattering flowers
Instants that can still betray us A journey that leads to the sun Soulless and bent on destruction Struggle between right and wrong You take my place
ask for so much Without the protection and infancy's guard It all falls apart at first touch Watching the reel as it comes to a close Brutally taking
So this is permanence, love's shattered pride What once was innocence, turned on its side Grey cloud hangs over me, marks every move Deep in the memory
A legacy so far removed One day will be improved Eternal rights we left behind We were the better kind Two the same, set free too I always looked to you
A cry for help, a hint of anesthesia The sound from broken homes We used to always meet here As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms Some things
Procession moves on, the shouting is over Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone Talking aloud as they sit round their tables Scattering flowers washed
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders Here are the young men, well where have they been? We knocked on the doors of hell's darker chamber
Asylums with doors open wide Where people had paid to see inside For entertainment they watch his body twist Behind his eyes he says, "I still exist"
In fear every day, every evening He calls her aloud from above Carefully watched for a reason Painstaking devotion and love Surrendered to self preservation
