B A C K

The Revelation


a cold cold day i look in the mirror
had myself locked inside this dead room for a year
black windowshades say "sunlight come no nearer;
you should know that you're not welcome here"

sometimes i sing here sometimes i speak
sometimes i wake up screaming form dreaming too deep

a dead cold day smashing the mirror
can't stay here any longer
prisoner to my fears

sometimes i sing here sometimes i speak
sometimes i wake up screaming form dreaming too deep

i'm not cold anymore and i'll never be this again
blackened it hard like i black my eyes
it's a fire

sometimes i sing here sometimes i speak
sometimes i wake up screaming form dreaming too deep
sometimes i laugh here and sometimes i weep
now it's burned to the ground
brought to kneel at my feet
tear it down tear it all down
burn it down... the immolation
burn it down burn it to the blackened ground
burn it down to the revelation