Outside there's a dusty rain
and inside only golden shadows...
In his mind, the special kind
Voices call his name at times...
Cities towns circus clowns,
creepy sneaks circus freaks...
Darkness threads through my skin, my master hangs...
Wire slices though my heart these strings cut to...
Yet again you're tying to control my actions
Wanting to control everything that I do...
So...I guess it's harder to let you go than I...
For no matter what I do, you're always whispering...