Silhouettes of broken dreams,
Nothing is ever as it seems,
Happiness is a dried up stream,
Deaf ears fell on violent screams,

Crowded streets on a night lit sky,
Warmth of another and new lullabies,
No longer will you see my selfless tries,
Reoccuring deaths of one man's mind,

Hell hath no fury like my anguished heart,
Thought after thought of those secret nights,
Lake water stills, as there are NEW thrills,
As i lay dying.......til death do us part..

Is there redemption for a man who was slain?
Can he ressurect from so much pain?
Can he right his wrongs?......or is he too late?

Perhaps we'd better start from the beginning
Before all the years of selfish hurts and sinning,
To each other there be truth and recourse,
I can not go on with so much remorse,

Eternal damnations and lasting temptations,
Lowering our caskets into the grave,
To start from the beginning is only for the brave,
Is there a chance.. slight hope...for old new romance?

Deaf ears fell on violent screams,
Happiness became a dried up stream,
I do not dare to ever not see it as it seems,
Please turn on the light, of silhouetted dreams...