In the shadow of my doubt,
this life is dust on naked walls
in the ruins of defeat.
The spotlights fade,
there's a clown without a crowd.
His sorrow smiles relentlessly.
Welcome winter bittersweet
of final fall.
My train of thoughts
keep on hauling me over a low again.
Easy to see for a someone
whose soul can bleed.
Who am I to overrule
believers at the wonder wall?
Some illusions come undone
and violently.
My train of thoughts
keep on hauling me over a low again.
Easy to see for a someone
whose soul can bleed.
So far astray
when all comes to all.
You'll never be satisfied.
You might as well let go.