Blind Guardian / Original: Tuesday, September 29, 2009 at 8:12pm
Sitting shattered beside slime of a black place
Darkening away of the limelight for wait
Amusing piece on stage is the owner of charisma
Mesmerizing the rest and exact them to scream
Oh, how I lust for the glamour to blind me
Silently waving for awareness of crowd
Will I ever reach the valor to avow?
Let the avid in me jump outside and shout
Pinching the will which is begging to roar
Crying and yelling and asking to free
And while I grope for my bravery to rise
Reducing the concern and gaze at my clone
And rage of the locked heart is seething and bleeds
Frustrated and angry about the act he hasn't did
Wishing for the answer that above us never shown
And how I curse and wonder abrupt I see the dawn
Beneath shaky wooden block I am upset another day
Abusing my private brain and enabling its pain
Primary perception distorted will always stay
Polluted and tainted I don't belong to center
Oh, how I lust for the glamour to blind me
Silently waving for awareness of crowd
Will I ever reach the valor to avow?
Let the avid in me jump outside and shout
And rage of the locked heart is seething and bleeds
Frustrated and angry about the act he hasn't did
Wishing for the answer that above us never shown
And how I curse and wonder abrupt I see the dawn
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