am I flesh



and am I bone



or am I made



of only sorrow





ashes in the dust



so long alone



exiled in my cage



like water in a stone





cuts through the skin



down to the bone



all of my days they are trances



all of my nights are but dreams



all that you see and believe



all that you whisper I scream





the fires glow



burning cold



too hot to hold



still I cant let go





the darkness grows



swelling slow



showing me the way



taking me home





cuts through the skin



down to the bone



all of my days they are trances



all of my nights are but dreams



all that you see and believe



all that you whisper I scream