Four black horses
Pulling one black box,
With emotional chains
Held by my mental locks.
So a toll of the bell
Signals the start
Of the final parade
Of my bleeding heart.
And so you all
Look on with dismay,
As you never listened
To what I tried to say.
You never saw
What I tried to do;
You were always caught up
In your small world of "You".
But it's over;
It's way past too late.
There's no time for sorrow,
Not even time for hate.
Now the clouds form
And the ground starts to shake.
The dark that engulfs you
Leaves nothing in its wake.
The sky turns black,
The oceans turn red.
The fear destroys your mind
And leaves your soul for dead.
And as the fire
Rains on my parade,
My dead body rises
And the mountains cascade.
So now I'm left
As one man, apart;
With no noise to block out,
Except my bleeding heart.
