There he sits on the morning crying
Open mind see how now he's dying
On and on see how now he goes
All alone place to call a home
Solitary hill with the human nature feels
Morning dew will come with orc and trolls drums
Creeping through the mist with a bow legged lift
Wondering which angle which angle I will lick
Master of a face and a ghost without a name
Maybe from another world and no I'm not afraid
Coming through the falls like a kick in the balls
If you like the pain it's whatever you want
Going to miss but I know you really hate it
Carbon hits in the bed of pain frustration
Heal him up though it's going to take some time
Loss of light and the sight in your right eye
There he sits on the morning crying
Open mind see how now he's dying
On and on see how now he goes
All alone place to call a home
In A Soul Inside Myself
In A Soul Inside Myself
In A Soul Inside Myself
In A Soul Inside Myself