When you see me comin' and you hear me cry you see the look of fear and the chill in my eye you play the killers game, all the faces have no names he
Darkness fills the corners of my swollen eyes The Earth around me doesn't make a sound I wish it was a dream but it's time I realize I'm still alive,
Who's got creative control What governs imagination The object is not right or wrong The answer lies deep down within you What's wrong with expressing