We are free but there is no freedom
When we live in fear
We crawl into the cage of our making
Pushed in by the hand of panic
And locked with terror
The bars are made of trembling dread
We wait for someone to let us out
Never realizing we hold the key

He rode in on his high horse 

Full of ideals and false hopes 

He promised everything but delivered nothing 

Offered salvation, provided poison 

He left under the blood moon, taking faith with him

He smiled, thinking he’d hit payday

It wasn’t until years later he realized nothing came cheap

The contours of her chaos cost him too much

And his windfall spiraled into a deficit he wasn’t willing to pay

The chase is over

The thrill is gone

The heat is extinguished

A pressure is building

A chill is forming

Over my heart

Over my laughter

As I yearn for the past

I cry for the future

The smoke screen vanished

His deceptions were revealed

The scarlet of his lies

Are reflected in her eyes

The web of his deceits 

Turns into bars of regret

Leaving him in solitary confinement

Alone and broken

Her roses are red

But she’s torn and bruised

The dark side of her heart

Has her coming apart 

Raveling at the seams

Lost in her screams

And gray, dead dreams

I had an epiphany of the worst kind

To my light and love, you’re blind

All you see is the dark side of my heart

The razor’s kiss, the cuts, they tear us apart

I bleed despair and surrender to the sorrow

To the coldness of no tomorrow