This ride that takes me through life Leads me into darkness but emerges into light No one can ever slow me down I'll stay unbound Some live so wrong, with what we do is each his own But living in fear, endless shame for countless years I never lived in

You're holding bits of styrofoam With your face painted on to your friends You listen to them whine and moan About everything you can't understand Can I just say I don't feel the light, But darkness descends once more into my life And suddenly we're all

And breakaway I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly Out of the darkness and into the sun I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky Take a chance Make a change Grew up in a small town

You love me a saint or a sinner Somewhere between darkness and light And the gray where we live between wrong and right Whether I'm lost or I'm washed in the river Somehow we've stumbled our way into love There's two kinds of prayers on your knees The

Your eyes are full of hate, forty one, That's good Hate keeps a man alive, its gives him strength While cutting their shadows, kill them into the dark trough Black is all the way, furious never-ending darkness show Only way could be hard in their small

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his

You love me a saint or a sinner Somewhere between darkness and light And the gray where we live between wrong and right Whether I'm lost or I'm washed in the river Somehow we've stumbled our way into love There's two kinds of prayers on your knees The

I feel my fire starts to burn The heat controlling my mind Sent from home overseas And into the unknown Barely landed in the jungle Sent on first patrol Sundown darkness falls Dig in for the night Ambushed in the dawn they came

I put a banjo up into the sky It keeps us moving, it keeps us moving I got a head full of darkness and darkness is good 'Cause if we all die young then we don't get hurt Shovels and dirt, shovels and dirt Well it ain't worth living if you don't get hurt

No one can see this is the hell in me. Protect me from the hell that burns inside of me. Will you set me free? This is the hell in me. Fall down into the chaos. Staring into the depths of pain darkness and suffering. I will not be moved from this place,