Tad Morose Different Eyes
Climbing on the stairs of life
Through different phases I've been
Recollections from the silent years
To learn the facts of life and fool the perils of mind
Then the voice of madness would lead me down
Loosing my will
Loosing my hope
Thoughts of confusion
Loosing my will
Loosing my hope
Absent illusion
So the evil came at last Forever autumn dark and cold
A screaming silence haunts me
Frightened by reality and the way humanity became
Memories will render you astray
