My eyes are set aflame by a screaming in my brain,
A certain knowledge in my mind, that he’s always been insane.
Wicked ways like his twisted maze, that keeps you locked up tight,
Longer days like his lingering gaze, but longer is the night.
Howling packs of rabid dogs are hungry for the moon,
“At least we’re safe in concrete walls, and they should stop quite soon.”
The owls don’t make a single sound, as though they’re waiting, too;
Or maybe they’re too afraid to call-- too afraid to move.
Destined for this strange solitude, your eyes don’t say a word,
Your tongue is telling lies to me, you pretend you never heard
All these things these people say about you, they talk of all you lack.
They don’t want to have to look into those empty eyes, so they say it to your back.
He took a will, he forged a fate,
He broke a promise he refused to face.
He made a plan, and chose to escape,
He had a past he chose to erase.
Wicked ways like his twisted maze, that keeps you locked up tight,
Longer days like his lingering gaze, but longer is the night.