The smoky mist it hovered over the echoes of your voice flow through my The wind silent like a mystery standing on a mountain top within my They me
And I don't know how I'm to feel of this makes any sense at all to me Lullabies sung by a distant memory, seems to hold me I'm down In this world of quiet Golden chalices with madness they come for me Broken hearts lie all me A flowing pastel red upon the in the place I'm in
I gazed up into the sky Shivering cold from a brave destiny As I opened up my eyes a strange light seemed to all over me
I heard this voice from surrounding all that wasn't there Confirming all it was the time it said You to:
Crawl, crawl before you walk, walk you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn before you try
I feel like a turning, turning on midnight - distorted - faces I feel like a wheel lights up my eyes, befalls me in some peculiar way I feel like a wheel turning, on midnight
You to: Crawl, crawl you walk, walk before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, learn you try
Now the mist was clearing I could see the stars lit the sky I silent calls for a voice, a vision I could not find Never heard but I wasn't jaded and that voice of never left my mind
You to: Crawl, crawl you walk, walk before you run, run before you die You have to feel, feel before you hurt, hurt before you learn, before you try
Oh no it's looking right at us but you don't to like this