.
I'm just a child whisked from these cities of dreams,
blinded and pulling these broken doors closed behind you.
Self-destruction keeps pumping it's venom,
as I seek out another puppet's point of view.
Something inhaled my dreams right out of my mind.
No reason to run. My sin weighed a ton.
Why do we never start livin'?
I feel so alone and unforgiven.
I crumble under the weight of the night mare's smile.
Eggs in the corners are beginning to crack.
Misery severs my legs forcing me to look back.
I have become a bitter soul, in my sleep I never die.
With a heavy heart and a morphine pump,
someone on the ledge just won't let me jump.
Puppet man, just hold me tight,
I don't want to hear death sing his one lone song tonight.
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