I figured out the pieces of me through all of this...,
through all of the signs I've missed;
down to the last cryptic syndrome,
angels of misery cry,
one tear, we all die.....
through what I hear,
I've followed Skid Row,
but what would I know?
what would I know through all that I've loved?
'cause I've loved all alone through my own cryptic syndrome,
send me home, down through Skid Row;
and through all of this signs I've missed,
I've gotten a hope, a prayer, a wish,
I've forgotten ignorance,
can we start again?
I'm lost through pathways;
through the pain, lonesomeness.....
I can't see the end,
So, can we start again through cryptic syndrome and lets start from Skid Row?
a new fight through the pathway of pain,
but I'd follow,
follow you alone.
