Staring at my reflection That lies as much as I do. Reminding myself To keep the mask from slipping. Afraid to see What lies beneath the foundations. Is there anything left but decay? Is there anything left of me?
My kingdom. Oh, my kingdom for an answer To this cancer deep inside That I invented. A half-life I invited A glass heart I constructed. And no path that leads to home.
And I am calling. Calling to God to save me From my crushing guilt. From the jagged pieces of my soul. And I can near his laughter clearly. Is he laughing with me, or at me? And I guess it's fucking fitting Either way.
How I plead. How I desperately want to believe That we are more than mere marionettes Dancing on ethereal strings Held by no one. And yet the Puppets Dream I hold close Just wanting to be real For one brief moment.
Even after so many years I can still feel the old wounds bleed. And every step I take Seems to remove me from myself. The old me is dead. The new stillborn. And I'm caught somewhere in between The grave and the azure sky.
The sand in the hourglass runs low. Let it fall. Let it fall. I never wanted to be me anyway.