Where did the battered egos flee to? Forever pushing the sanity envelope You gave us new hope each morrow Still locked us pitch dark at the end of the day
From all bleak roads and empty charades Mirrored footprints leading astray A mind not deemed for this world Numb glimpses of random hollowness
And I think you know Better than the rest Just what’s this show No time to rest
:: can you hear the silent overdose? ::
Coz’ you see Life’s always the saddest of pictures As we exude, seeking strength Where only weakness proudly stands A scarheart through the never Bipolar contradictions or a sad excuse for a brain An angel with the soul of a poet A demon within the madman’s cloak