Lost somewhere in the darkness
I can't seem to find my way out
This must be a nightmare, this can't be real
I don't know what to believe, I don't know what to feel
Off in the distance, dark as night
I see a face so cold, pale and white
He stands emotionless, expressionless
As he looks me in the eye
He reaches out with his cold stiff hands
And I start to die
This is the end of the line
I feel the chills down my spine
The puppeteer, pulling all the strings
Vacant eyes, he sees everything
Ink on paper, glyphs of rage
Hate and wrath scratched into every page
Dragged down by the current like a ship in the storm
Torn from reality, this faceless form
Vindication, condemnation
A heart so full of fear
Segregation, deprivation
You're running dry of tears
This is the end of the line
I feel the chills down my spine
The puppeteer, pulling all the strings
Vacant eyes, he sees everything
Don't look back
This is the end