Locked away in a My rage has got the of me finds 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 out existence
Time ticks These last few Is there we've left unsaid? I'm on a quest for I've got to find of mind And a place to
my time until I'm strong enough To fight
I hope hope for some resistance taking it out on my system
Time ticks These last few Is there anything we've left I'm on a quest for I've got to find of mind And a to rest
Time ticks These last few Is there anything we've unsaid? I'm on a quest for got to find peace of mind And a place to
Rest,
Rest,
There's a before the storm And the western front is I've got Rembrandt as my hand And as my pilot
There's a calm the storm And the western is quiet I've got Rembrandt as my right And Solo as my
Man (Condemed!) Man (Convicted!) Could not save my life, cutting by strand.(Strand By Strand) Man (Condemed!) Man (Convicted!) Could not save my life, strand by strand.(Strand By Strand)
it off, Like some kind of king, You don't know peace till had suffering.(I've suffered!)
All of this so called resolve but you tasted pain, you ever been inside of the new masterpiece?
Rest!
Have you ever inside?
Rembrandt as my right hand, and Solo as my
you ever been inside the new masterpiece?
Rembrandt 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 save my life, strand by strand.
By Strand Strand By Strand, By Strand, By Strand, By Strand, By Condemed! Condemed!
(whispred) By strand, by