I ask the blind puppeteer
could i buy your puppet...

A beaten dog
with its throat cut...

I wonder will they ever look back
will they stop and think...

Hand me the dust of my shattered dreams
Wash them away in the river...

My soul screams to me
it wants to be free of flesh...

A man chooses
A dog obeys...

When i close my eyes i hear them
whispers of my doubts...

Broken pale wings
as i continue to stare at the Grey sky...

Blood falls like rain
or are they tears...

You sit Right across the room
Separated by a thin sheet of light...

When i cried how could you laugh
When i bled how could you cut me...

Do you still dream
of blasted lands...