Through tainted glass
She looks at a lonely world
through complex eyes
She sees what is not real
Hear those words, have not been said
tear those clothes, have not been worn
fear those roads, have not been walked
but don't She know that She is wrong
There's a thud on the door
just as the doorbell rings
a Man is standing there
sitting down and looking up
The Man speaks in silent words
and says nothing whilst being heard
And as She listen to the weary music
She loses Her mind and loosen Her thoughts
a Boy walks through the kitchen door
slightly limping, crawling on His knees
His hands in His pockets, clutching His wrists
"Mama, I have cut myself!"
All is a dusty mist
All is a clear fog
nothing is an illusion
everything is just not real
You're at the crossroads of time
She says to me
with only one way to go
on the road to the gallows
We are all going to die
He says to me
while living forever
buried six feet high
And a bearded man hang Himself
and loses His way home
He wanders through Her house
looking for everything not there
She hears a crow's meow at dawn
while the rain shine through the sun
and the clock striking midnight
while the trees blows through the wind
The Boy still stands there
laying on the cold gray grass
with bloody hands clutching Himself
"Mama, I have lost myself!"
All is a clear mist
All is a dusty fog
everything is an illusion
nothing is never not real
You've lost yourself this time
She says to me
with nobody looking for me
on the road back home
We are all going to live
He says to me
while killing each other
flying six feet deep
