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

A man chooses
A dog obeys...

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...

Do you still dream
of blasted lands...

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

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

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

When cruelty come with blind indifference
my humanity becomes my best defense...