| In the center of a broken heart
|
| There’s a riot going on
|
| Tried to stop before my quiet mind
|
| Lost control
|
| I’m surrounded by an iron gate
|
| In a graveyard for my thoughts
|
| All the memories that I’ve engraved
|
| They come to life
|
| Since I’m building up inside these colors die
|
| An endless ride waits for me
|
| In the hollow of a wishing well
|
| Silver coins are falling down
|
| While the water keeps on running dry
|
| I’m diving in
|
| Pay the fee come in to stand and stare
|
| Eyes are blind to what is there
|
| Pull the strings and watch the puppet dance
|
| Or cut him loose
|
| Held too tight I cannot breathe
|
| I feel the claws digging in restricted
|
| Stripped of thought I feel exposed
|
| I’ve been found out, I’ve been brought down so jaded
|
| The boy with the golden hair |