[ Featuring Marc Teitler, Carl Grose Tom Morris ]
The city with its dark embrace
Shows its twisted, damaged face
And reflects the labyrinth of my mind
Here amongst these winding streets
Invisible, I move with ease
No one sees the monster walking by
Whose is the mask I'm wearing?
Whose is the past I'm carrying?
Nobody can see past my hideous grin
I can't put a name to the monster within
What was it I left behind on that black and bitter night
It's lost within the labyrinth of my mind
Everywhere I look I see the darkness eating into me
Why is it that the truth's so hard to find?
What if the face I'm hiding
Is all that there is deep inside me?
Even if I knew what had caused all this pain
Why in hell would I want to feel it again?
Dea said that she'd help me, she said the past could set me free
And open up the darkness in my mind
But have I sought my past too long?
Confusion was a kind of home
And pain the only comfort I could find
Stories are her way of seeing
But she's not the one who needs freeing
Dea loves the tale of what happened to me
But how can she love what she can't even see?
A little bottle dulls the pain
Till the pain comes back again
It's hiding in the labyrinth of my mind
This letter brings a pulse of life
To a beating heart cut by a knife
Maybe it's time to leave my past behind
The search for the past hasn't healed me
May even have helped to conceal me
This woman sheds a truer light on my disgrace
Because she sees the beauty in my broken face
