A man is exhausted from the stimulation game of life.
Our bookends no longer stand, our minds no longer heal.
Where do you go when the long winding road ends?
What happens to a man with no vision of certainty?
Our bookends no longer stand, our minds no longer heal.
Where do you go when the long winding road ends?
What happens to a man with no vision of certainty?
A sympathetic call to a soul that bares no desire,
to a calculated time frame called life.
to a calculated time frame called life.
A tear falls, a scream is not heard, a wall of pain stands before him.
These chains hold a man's dream, a man's courage,
a man's dream, and a man's beating crux.
The letters don't make sense as he walks down the path.
The words that form cannot be seen by his own eyes.
A crime scene plot develops closely as he lives,
A crime scene plot develops closely as he lives,
he doesn't know where to find a saving grace.
One day, he lost his will and never turned back,
standing on the top of pedestal's thorns,
he scream with dragon's breath, the monster stays.
He finds no way to hush his mind from the shadows,
the dark figures continue to take over.
Pulling the trigger, the bullet cuts through time and space,
he realizes the story of a man who died but lived,
the story of a substance, an army of remedy.
His world implodes before him as he sings a final stance,
No one saves the man.
The man lives as a flame, a legend, a king.
(11-9-10)
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