He lives a life of confusion, imprisoned by rage,
Has a heart of a warrior locked up in cage,
Has a dream of a saint, life of a martyr
And a gift to create in his destructiveness.
The chaos in his head paints pictures colored gray
And the memories come back to hunt him every day.
He was pushed to limits since the day he was born
And now the rage takes him over and the reason is gone.
Sometimes in life your conscience makes you a bitter man.
Sometimes it tricks, makes you a slave of their undercover selfishness.
And you will follow your dreams but it still tears you apart,
You want to make everyone happy and everyone blind.
You will follow your dreams but it still tears you apart,
You want to make everyone happy and everyone blind their eyes.
Torn apart between a monster and a child,
He roams alone at night rising his fists towards the sky.
As rage consumes him and his mind goes black,
He stares at his hands covered in blood.
As rage consumes him and his mind goes black,
He lives his nightmare again.
As rage flows through him and his mind goes black,
His hands covered in blood,
He lives his nightmare again.
He lives a life of confusion, imprisoned by rage,
Has a heart of a warrior locked up in cage,
Has a dream of a saint, life of a martyr
And a gift to create in his destructiveness.
Has a heart of a warrior locked up in cage,
Has a dream of a saint, life of a martyr
And a gift to create in his destructiveness.
The chaos in his head paints pictures colored gray
And the memories come back to hunt him every day.
He was pushed to limits since the day he was born
And now the rage takes him over and the reason is gone.
Sometimes in life your conscience makes you a bitter man.
Sometimes it tricks, makes you a slave of their undercover selfishness.
And you will follow your dreams but it still tears you apart,
You want to make everyone happy and everyone blind.
You will follow your dreams but it still tears you apart,
You want to make everyone happy and everyone blind their eyes.
Torn apart between a monster and a child,
He roams alone at night rising his fists towards the sky.
As rage consumes him and his mind goes black,
He stares at his hands covered in blood.
As rage consumes him and his mind goes black,
He lives his nightmare again.
As rage flows through him and his mind goes black,
His hands covered in blood,
He lives his nightmare again.
He lives a life of confusion, imprisoned by rage,
Has a heart of a warrior locked up in cage,
Has a dream of a saint, life of a martyr
And a gift to create in his destructiveness.