A Freak in Las Vegas
I would like to write some kind of book
with stories that nobody would know
but then my hands turn white hot iron and
in ashes I get lost...
When neon lights reflects on me
I close my eyes and keep my way
"˜Cause I hear voices that in whispers say:
"Keep walking you're not lost"
You've gotta take your time in searching on your own
...just bring me through...
Mothery arms could not protect you from the storm
...but now the clouds fade...
Inheritage let you forsaken and all alone
...a gift to you...
Somebody taught me how a mind can be so strong...
...so let it go...