Can you hear him crying,
Behind the dented door,
Can you see the bloodstains,
Littering the floor.
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem.
Can you see the scars,
They all are hidden away,
The pale white skin,
Will never see the light of day.
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem.
Can you hear the mellow riffs,
He creates by himself,
Can you hear the tearful chorus,
Talking of Angels and hell.
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem.
When he walks out in the corridor,
Can you see the shadowed eyes,
Do you realise he's only,
Masking the fearful cries.
Can you see him standing there,
Fighting fit but dead to the bone,
Listening to the voices in his head,
Forever lonely but never alone.
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem,
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem,
He is only masking,
He is only masking,
He's masking all the tears within,
Makes no sense at all,
Things aren't what they seem,
Makes no sense at all,
He's maskign all the tears within. |
