Blind to the rage...

Blind to the cage...

But what do you say, when you’re the only one in your own way....

Never been home for more than a few weeks at a time

But when I’m away from you, I never ever  felt more alive

Cause things are never what they seem, to get caught between the scenes and lost within my dreams

Then again, could it just be me or is this all I’ll ever be.......

Low and behold the man that doesn’t ever speak

Although his sights are set on the shore lights, but he’ll never see beyond the sea

In turn he becomes scared to fly, as all his rage, kept him buried alive

Instead he tries to listen but the mask made of fears, makes it impossible for him to hear

Cause he’s nothing more than just a man, with nothing less than these destructive hands....

We’re all just slaves to our very own dangerous ways.....

There seems to be a ghost in my house who’s wearing my face, even if I lived here all my life, somehow I still don’t recognize this place....

The world left you a long time ago yet you can’t help but love her unconditionally...

Revenge is just like chasing ghosts...

Live with it for too long in your heart and you’ll just end up becoming one of them