There are many corridors of darkness
That stretch to forever in my mind
Layers of grasping starkness
Is the background you will find
You push to find the triggers
And act surprised by what's inside
But with the hardships and the rigors
My mind is not just cut and dried
The corridors of tormented
Stretch far into the night
In the annuals of the demented
There is nothing left that's bright
The shining youth of long yesterdays
Now stares down the infinite abyss
Unless you seek to lend to upraise
To help the boy return to bliss
The loneliness of base survival
Will always take on many forms
But to see that soul's revival
Will start to reign in all those storms
In a room off of the darkness
Sits a boy who is lost and cries
Then through periods of inertness
The boy starts to demonize
The angel that he once was
Has been destroyed by constant lies
The demonic now seeks applause
While the boy angel slowly dies
The corridors of tormented
Stretch far into the night
In the annuals of the demented
There is nothing left that's bright
The shining youth of long yesterdays
Now stares down the infinite abyss
Unless you seek to lend to upraise
To help the boy return to bliss
The loneliness of base survival
Will always take on many forms
But to see that soul's revival
Will start to reign in all those storms
In a room off of the darkness
Sits a boy who is lost and cries
Then through periods of inertness
The boy starts to demonize
The corridors of tormented
Stretch far into the night
In the annuals of the demented
There is nothing left that's bright
The shining youth of long yesterdays
Now stares into the infinite abyss
Unless you seek to lend to upraise
You help the boy return to bliss
Please help the boy return to Bliss