A silent whisper from around the bend
Has left me by the wall of lament chains
On the platform between reasons and believes
A wrinkled face is shining clear with guilt

In the woods of my inner self
I sought the tomb of secrets
I prayed the voices would lead me there
But they gave me nothing but all there lies
No, they gave me nothing but all there lies

How am I supposed to get up and fly
When you have stolen everything from me
Everything that I relate to skies
Relate to starts
And to my heaven
To my heaven over all

Observing a life from beneath
Observing a life like a thief
Stealing the precious moments
That we all take for granted