Think about the years behind me

A master of this world

Walk alone through plains of desert

Searching for a girl

Found myself caught up in daydreams

Life now such a bore


Living oblivion

Imagination of the dumb

Imitation suicide

I'm typecast in my own life


I tried so hard to be so calm

In a world that wants me to be hard

Father Time, a vampire

Living on the lilting laughs of children


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His Majesty, the brilliant

A jester for the stupid

Holocaust existence

Behold: the lunatic, the lord, the liar


I long to travel my way home again

And feel the warm embrace of death

Soul's to smart for this dumb body

Freedom from this cage with golden bars


CHORUS