Was there a time we would never see?
Was there a time we would always be?
Was there a lie that was true?
Was there a lie of us two?

Were there pictures of my memory?
Were there songs that went happily?
Were there words for my emotions?
Were there letters of my devotion?

What was between the lines?
What held those tight binds?
What made me give in?
What made you give up?

In the wee hours of the morning,
I sit here on the terrace,
Watching the morning dew form,
Revisiting times long ago.

This town has had enough of me,
I'm packing and leaving pretty soon.
Start anew in some big city,
Or get lost along the way.

Finding myself always gazing up at the night sky,
Or reaching to touch the rain.
These things don't suffice anymore,
For the big dreams I want to achieve.

It's time to say goodbye
'Cos I won't be coming back.
There's more for me out there
So I'm leaving this behind.

Take my hand
And I'll show you the world
The colours all around
The sights and sounds
I'll bring you on a journey
That you'll never forget
It'll stay with you forever
It'll change your life
It'll move you
'Till you see the world in a different light
I won't give in without a fight
Just take my hand
Just take my hand
Just take my hand tonight

The temperature's rising
The beat's on high
Hello, goodbye
And back, again

There's no point stressin'
Just let it burn
My minds on haywire
My heart's on fire

Like writing in the sky
As if I could fly
Fly free and up above
Fly away and save the day

Running on ecstasy
It's plain pleasure
Holding on
Letting go

Hot dancing
Loud singing
Crazy partying
Come on to the dance floor
And let's go again

First bite,
It's nice and sweet.
Second bite,
It's a done deed.
Third bite,
I want another.
Fourth bite,
I've reached the center.
Fifth bite,
It starts to taste funny.
Sixth bite,
It's gonna get ugly.
Seventh bite,
I'm long gone.
Eighth bite,
I'm all done.

Days on days,
Years on years.
I find myself asking,
Over and over again;
Screaming the big question,
Who am I?

Am I the killer,
Who bears the knife,
Or the victim,
Who has no more life?

Am I the nightmare,
That scares you out loud,
Or the dreamer,
Who's on a cloud?

Am I the hater,
Who has no more passion,
Or the lover,
Who's searching for that one companion?

Who am I?

Incision into the flesh;
It flows from needle to vein.
A murky river of darkness.
A never-ending cloak of pain.

Sorrow fades away
As it fills the skin.
Replaced by numbness
From within.

Ingrained, it stays;
Nothing erases it away.
Like acid, it scars;
Cutting deeps with every sinful day.

It seems as if it's poison
That trickles through the blood.
Ever free yet freedomless
Like a black-marked card.

The flipside of it all is hidden;
Small things in the details.
Look closer and see
What, in reality, it entails.

True fact shows pride
Of the work it has made.
Beauty to the beholder;
Heaven to the dead.

It lies in perspective,
What you see that's there.
A blessing
Or
A scare?