Only Child - 3

In the war you severed the cord

You broke the line

You turned an only child

But just before you buried the blade

Your eyes betrayed

The spark of another one

Pure at heart

Another day our daily bread

Another night of the living dead

It’s like an ocean upon you

So you did what you did

And you said what you said

Put your pen to the page

And a gun to your head

Got it all worked out this time

Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead

Still the footsteps fall

In an empty hall

The voices echo in your head

And through the ashes raining down

Your eyes replied

They told a sordid tale

And when the fires

Barreled down the mountain side

I saw your senses fail

So I painted a word

In the dust where I bled

Signed the seal of the living dead

I’m looking down and upon you

So you did what you did

And you said what you said

Put your pen to the page

And a gun to your head

Got it all worked out this time

Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead

Now I close my eyes

As the daylight dies

And I drift away

What a perfect ghost

You are a record skipping

On a needle’s eye

In a dark refrain

Singing, «Nobody knows who you are»

Mirror mask with the empty eyes

In a devil’s rain

Footsteps in an empty hall

Shadows crawl across the wall

You can’t be sure they’re dead

And if I go before your time

Don’t let ‘em close your mind

Don’t watch the flowers fall

Never looking back at all

(But if I should change before your eyes)

Don’t be fooled by my disguise

(You were born of my demise)

And I’m a willing sacrifice

Should you wake before you die

Don’t let a day go by

Don’t believe a word they say

I’ll be back again one day

You never know

Fallen or in flight

Wind moans

Deep in the dark of night

And by the blue moon light

At the angle when it hits me right

You can see the choice

Here beneath my skin

Bright bones

Barely keeping the beast within

Prick of a pin

Let the shift of my shape begin

But the barrier is thin

I hear the beating of angel wings

Somewhere a siren sings

You severed your puppet strings

And now the justice is blind tonight

It’s hard to see wrong from right

When you’re looking through

The tunnel of a target site