Took me in when no one else would.
Guided me through life the best he could...

I play a game on my arm.
The Romantic Razor Blade is such a charm...

The rose, blown around by the piercing wind.
Wind, unrelenting and unforgiving...

My mind's the prison,
I'm the inmate...

Listening to the rhythms of life.
I can hear echos form the past...

A blanket of stars, covering the night.
Under the spell of the steel-white moon...

Come my little friend.
Do you dare play the game that will never end...

The skies are raped by the black,
The poison apple falls from the tree...

Suffocated by all the lies.
No escaping the inevitable goodbye's...

Looking into the mirror of mankind.
The reflection I see sends my thoughts soaring...

Wipe away the tears,
and ask what's wrong...

In the cold dark depths of dreamland.
Realm of deception and darkness...