Silence surrounds me in this noisy place,
These feelings and emotions cant be misplaced...

The eerie glow of this screen keeps me awake
But thats just an excuse, just a fake...

A misty haze, the fog of war,
Ringing ears, a constant roar...

Dance of death, aiming my gun,
He doesn't know! Death comes quick...

The World I love is dead below my feet,
Nothing grows wild or thrives on this bold street...

When clovers are bound,
And dew is aground...

Walking through this mist,
I can not feel my fists...

When worlds collapse,
Who is there to catch you...

As the River rushes to the Ocean,
So I rush to your arms...

Fog surrounds them...
Not the fog of the mist...

Bright Lights fade in the East,
Out there they are taken by the Beast...

Where is that familiar sense?
That familiar life...