In the center of a broken heart
There's a riot going on
Tried to stop before my quiet mind

Lost control

I'm surrounded by an iron gate

In a graveyard for my thoughts
All the memories that I've engraved
They come to life


Since I'm building up inside these colors die
An endless ride waits for me


In the hollow of a wishing well
Silver coins are falling down

While the water keeps on running dry
I'm diving in


Pay the fee come in to stand and stare
Eyes are blind to what is there
Pull the strings and watch the puppet dance

Or cut him loose

Held too tight I cannot breathe

I feel the claws digging in restricted

Stripped of thought I feel exposed

I've been found out, I've been brought down so jaded

The boy with the golden hair