So cold like a glance from my eyes
Accept the way it's meant to be
A mental sacrifice
Go down hear the sound of a gentle man
Leading you straight to the void
Where the neon bastards they make
Dropouts out of leftover toys
No more angels, no more painful lies
No more strangers, no more waste of time
So here I am going straight to the plan
Never knowing that I'm damned
Walking the thread that's so precious to me
A secret part of my history
My time- to short as nothing beckons to me
My time- goddamn what is it I try to be
Fill the hole a thousand feet below
Become the master of a freak show
