Wait a minute
I think I'm losing grip
Of that small place
In my mind
Where the mice roam
Where emotion is chromed
And my dreams are
Trapped inside
With the wind blow
Comes the seeds of
A new born reason
To drag on
But your coming home
To find me in a wooden box
Shadowed by stone
For a second
I think I felt the slip
Of these issues
Over mind
Time will reveal
The age of reason come
And the death of
All mankind
Tested and true
These walls will crack and crumble
All because of you
And you sit upon your throne
Soon to be six feet under
And shadowed by stone
In a minute
You'll see the brightest light show
So keep your eyes at the sky
And in and instant
You'll feel the spark run down your spine
As you and your pain divide
Now I lie here
With my last breath I beg for you
But you still leave me alone
Flicker goes the flame
As we heat our flesh and bone
And shadow our beloved with stone