Hanging by the doors, into the windows of mist That carry your arms to me, in a moment of bliss, Carry them like the self loathing bastard you are, Your words don't mean shit in here! They'll grind you and tear you and make you adhere. You are young and you're hopeful, you want to do something noble You think you owe it to your life, like it'll get you your prize But you don't know of the price that you have pay, to do something in this world your way. Speak up to people who beat us down, you gotta be some kinda clown. I know I was - believing in the lies of the world, that once made me a god, I believed I stood for something, I thought I could change something, But the world is a bottle factory, molding people into it's own slavery It will drain your thoughts out of you, make you spill the words you brew In your head with a meaning, and exploit them to fill their billing. You can tell people all you want, they only listen to what they want, Nobody's interested in the truth, just package sugar-dreams for the buoyant youth. I used to believe I stood for something, I thought I'd help them questioning But I was just another minion, instead helping them maintain their dominion. They took her away from me, before I could even see, And now I lay trapped in this dungeon, forgotten like someone redundant Nobody will mourn when I die, like nobody mourned when you said goodbye. Run Away ye Lad, run away somewhere far from here! Take your pretty lass' hand, they're coming to get her.