I drain the light from the dark just to make it last

Injection of fear, face to the looking glass

These are not my cobwebs or how the papers ran

If I raise on a wounded faith, would you judge my hand?

And what can I expect of this?

Confusion spawns the powerless

Last moment with these eyes

I watch the world slide by

Rewrite the script

Run it backwards, go over again

Nothing in man is true

And I don't see any difference in you

Accepted to exist

In the hollow with a chain on my wrists

No means to be through

Still, I wait here with the beaten and bruised