Locked away in a My rage has got the of me Time a way each day Of leaving of me behind I find fight must be won my mind So and confined Often blinded by the
Taking its On my
Like some played out
Time away These last few Is there anything we've left I'm on a quest for I've got to peace of mind And a place to
Biding my until I'm strong enough To back
I hope hope for some resistance Been taking it out on my
Time away These last few Is there anything we've left I'm on a quest for I've got to find of mind And a place to
ticks away These few moments Is there anything we've left I'm on a quest for I've got to peace of mind And a place to
Rest,
Rest,
There's a calm the storm And the western is quiet got Rembrandt as my right hand And as my pilot
There's a calm the storm And the western front is I've got as my right hand And as my pilot
Man (Condemed!) Man (Convicted!) Could not my life, cutting strand by strand.(Strand By Strand) Man (Condemed!) Man (Convicted!) Could not my life, cutting strand by strand.(Strand By Strand)
Passing it off, Like some kind of king, You know peace you've had suffering.(I've suffered!)
All of this so called resolve but you havent pain, Have you ever been inside of the new
Rest!
Have you ever been
Rembrandt as my right hand, and as my pilot
Have you ever inside the new masterpiece?
as my right hand, and Solo as my pilot
Man (Condemed!) Man (Convicted!) Could not save my life, strand by strand.(Strand By Strand)
Man (Condemed!) Man (Convicted!) Could not save my life, strand by strand.
Strand By Strand By Strand, By Strand, By Strand, By Strand, By Condemed! Condemed!
(whispred) By strand, by