Psychotic Waltz A Psychotic Waltz
sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me and if life's worth it's living at all sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down and they say that I'm living it wrong as the days pass by I watch as the net closes in as they circle around in my head turning and winding in circles, in circles they spin never ending beginning the end look now sweet child deep into my room the door is open and the air is warm close your eyes feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs sometimes it would feels so right if the angels called me to the sky sometimes it feels good just to be alive though our paths are blind I can see a lightened end on mind still now I search for the spirit that torments my soul as the priest shields his face from the wind looking at lost life and darkness my eyes shall not see makes me laugh when he calls it all sin you're all slaves of the priest and you'll just sing it over and over, and over, and over and over, and over, and over and over
