locked away in a cage
my rage has got the best of me
time finds a way each day
of leaving less of me
behind I find this fight
must be won inside the mind
so uptight and confined
often blinded by the light
taking it's toll on my system
like some played out existence
time ticks away these last few moments
is there anything we've left unsaid?
I'm on a quest for atonement
I've got to find piece of mind
and a place to rest
biding my time
until I'm strong enough
to fight back hope,
I hope against hope
for some resistance
been taking it out
on my system
rest
there's a calm before the storm
and the western front is quiet
I've got Rembrandt as my right hand
and solo as my pilot
condemned man
condemned
convicted man
convicted
could not save my life
cutting strand by strand
passing it off
like some kind of king
you don't know peace
'til you've had suffering
I've Suffered
all of your so called resolve
but you haven't tasted pain
have you ever been inside
of the new masterpiece?
rest
have you ever been inside?
Rembrandt as my right hand
and solo as my pilot
have you ever been inside
of the new masterpiece
condemned man
condemned
convicted man
convicted
could not save my life
cutting strand by strand
condemned
in that dream I recall
pieces of prisons
I'm escaping
in the next big religion
I do the cross thing
the cross thing
which ever way the wind blows
your mind in time
I'm nine our lives unwind
we find the wine red or white
like the days fade away
a cloud of smoke blurred eyes
you're always brighter in the daytime
you fight it after midnight
it just seems to me it's such a joke
every new walk through life
just inherits Christ
you should have to prove
something first, something first
first prove something
you're a godfiend
in that dream I recall
pieces of prisons
I'm escaping
from a black hole I crawl, I crawl
beneath my halo emanating
the only proof you need is that you know
and today's way's divine right
brainwashed overnight
you shouldn't have to lose something first
something first
lose something
you're a godfiend
the new cult king, yeah
doing the cross thing, the cross thing
can't you see why I'm still...
can't you see why I'm still wondering
if there is a dog
can't you see
wondering
can't you see why I'm still wondering
search for signs to light the path
show me the way
savior send a glimpse to glance
and renew my faith
emerald meets the oceans blue
in a shade of grey
the general knows
not what to do as tears run down her face
nails through hands and feet on this
cedar grave atone for sin
can this be can my soul be saved all alone
I think too much need to believe
in something real
don't need this crutch because it just deceives
can't you see...
why I'm still
search for love or war
to restore disorder
challenge me once more
to hold my head above water
drowning quick flooding in soaked through
my lungs judgment day
the verdicts in
it seems the jury is hung