In the middle of the desert i found a calling
In the center of the city i stumbled falling
Fumbled my chances the beast is crawling
Crumbled into chaos the rhythm keeps stalling

Chant and cry but wipe it clear
Suspicious thought no Cheer or fear
Nothing to hold when theres nothing too close
So here be clear and make the toast
Who gets this weeks thorny rose

Lets see you recover your dreams
Where Locked up you find, no rather
You discover
That Isolation is a land for another
You dont fit in
You're half born of sin
Everything wrong
The sirens song
An now in conflict with the person within
Barely a scratch that you take on the chin
Without blowing up
And breaking him.