Scarecrow's only scaring himself Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell All alone by a barren well Walking to the other side With the Devil trying to take my mind And my soul's just a silhouette On the ashes of a cigarette Illusions never fake their

This is my breaking point I'll pay my price Just please don't let me miss My peace of mind I'll even die for this God ease my soul And don't let me forget That there is nothing forcing me to a bitter end

And we go... Rush faster on the one-way lane The answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armors Grind our souls in the millstone of time The "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet Of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we

Religious ways, lies controlling minds I walk among mortal beings, but I have died Grotesque, crippled, carved up carcass Evil controlling my mind The fear of dying expired of life, to vomit the soul I am dead within myself The end a beginning to a new

A relapse of my body Sends my mind into multiple seizures Psychologically a new human being One that has never been Cursed by the shamen his voodoo spell has my soul I can't control my own thought

I feel I come from better conditions Buried deep in my mind I forgot I take inside a forward movement (Opened them at my own will and command) Awake my soul I want to find and drink this light Images of the past Other lives and other places Always the

Hangman we played rubber soul with a razor blade Behind the church, hiding place, It was a long joke till the punch line came. Can you read my mind, read my mind Follow along to the end of the song Hangman we played double dutch with a hand grenade

And we were bound to the citylife Flashlights when we’re falling into the night Focused on what you feel Just when you were calling her love that day When we were young souls On the junk-yard Now we are stunned minds Full of junk-goods But I feel your

I'll be fine - if you give me a minute, a man's got a limit. I can't get a life if my heart's not in it. I don't mind, as long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine. I sold my soul for the second time, 'cause the man don't pay me. I begged my

Sleep my child Out on the road there are fireflies circling Deep in the woods, where the lost souls hide Over the hill there are men returning Trying to find some peace of mind Under the fog there are shadows moving Don't be afraid, hold my hand Into the