Mister could you maybe lend a hand to help a drowning, starving, soulless man whose eyes are blind and feelings all but numb whose ears are all so deaf and mouth is dumb... This is the way, is the way I fill your spaces now it's the way, it's the way cause all that's been left for my is to fight to fill these empty spaces now... Night is day and day is night again and all that's eating bites with toothy grins the pages of my memory torn and twain where reconstructing lies could not contain... This is the way, is the way I fill your spaces now it's the way, it's the way cause all that's been left for me is to fight to fill these empty spaces now