Standing naked above the stage Staring at wounds of hurt They know Voicing things no one else dare do A Viking in the making

It’s an endless destiny set it sto… Skipping those stones I’ll choose for myself—I will cho… I don’t want to shy away but the spotlight burns my face

As the crystal sky descends and th… The homes we divide to—only but me… The red line of Fate twists, Dwindles in to a thin strip Tug,

As the collide halts our motion As the beating heart skips a beat We let the crash echo and we run f… I know where hands hold Grasping the broken glass

Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best

Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…

Cough and choke, gagging like a joke there’s something lodged, deep in… I’ll try to take this, make this Straight from my brain

The cool prick of the stick, Little puddles of blood for other… An axe-murderer? No, a simple village man He is no such dainty puddle; the l…

The trenches are alive– the soldie… Ones of hope, others of despair Lifting spirits through the sounds… Among hushed crowds, Children play,

There, hidden under the bleachers, buried under the bridges, scattere… bound against the shoreline, float… while strapped to a red balloon There, if you pay attention

Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about