"Lifeless and indifferent face on the wall, who is the fairest one this fall?"
I've spent a season with the wolves at the door with dirty magazines, spread out, all across the floor
Some say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree but that's just a lazy way to dismiss the seed
I'm going to put on a few hundred years and I'm looking to earn them through your blood and your tears
I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and know I was created by chance not by choice
Some may call that the death of the light but I only call it "Embracing the night"
Too many hands are held out to take and too many hands aren't prepared to break
Now for another season with the wolves at the door hungry and scratching and begging for more
They're always there
There is a future your eyes may not see and there is a future you may not believe
There is a future that will be here in time but some won't make it to sign on that line
Some may not
I've seen an endless sky of ships explode and realized some men they will never make it home
We near a time when all of us know. When we find out if we're gonna reap what we sow?
Or is it the other way around?
It's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold when the rain comes, to lose the tears as they fall
It's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold to pull a lesser man from a ledge and then and then and then...
I want to cast off the wings of desire
I want to be buried in a field of fire
I want to stand up and be twenty feet tall
I want to reach out and feel nothing at all
I want to reach out and feel nothing at all
I want to reach out and feel nothing at all
Nothing, feel nothing at all
I wish I'd feel nothing all
No nothing, feel nothing at all
I wish I'd feel nothing at all
Oh, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all
Well nothing, at all