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

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

Where was your tender touch?
Leaving me to regret much...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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