Are We True?
Every one has a claim to be something...

With the setting of the yellow globe,
Out will come the fallen angels of earth...

In a forgotten time I once trusted in life,
When your smile wasn’t a masking...

They grabbed her walking down the street,
And shoved her into a convenient ally...

Pen and Pad.
A pen and a pad...

I'm away in a land of wonders, wonderful bliss,
I'm drifting and I can't stop, not now...

Nothing can be perfect,
But how can it be perfect...

How can you help me?
How can you save me...

In far off lands where Angels sing,
I’ve danced with Demons and Devils...

My feet stepping along in the dark,
Finding the foot holds to push me along...

I don't believe I'm crying,
I think its just mist in the air...

It's false and I can see through,
It’s not gonna hold much longer...