Will I find someone else on this island of shame
A growing field of stones and dust as far as I can see
Standing between the lost and the things that should not be
The need to wake up each time I close my eyes
At the bottom of the scale at the mercy of your lies

The ground is shaking, crazy I cannot move
Scared to fall asleep, chased by a murder of crows
Consuming the flesh of an hero without a thing to prove
The ring of a bell, an exorcist in the front row
To fight or to kill ain't got no power no more
Chains holding on so tight all my muscles are sore
Forced on the stairway to madness & oblivion
One step too far, I need some rest, blame it on my imagination

No recall of the stories once made to sedate my mind
Insomnia is bringing back the shadows that I've left behind