Son of the Son

Stabbing through the wind and rain all aboard the nowhere

train, the calm before the storm surrounds you

In between the here and now, somewhere in the lost and

found, a king without a crown who shows no mercy

Close your hands and bow thy head, cleanse the wounds of

the dead, face the fear and all within your soul

Tell a tale of mystery, drowning in an endless sea,

hanging by a thread you cling to life

Break the chains there are no rules, be the leader not

the fool, the powers that be demand you

To have the knowledge and the strength, to help the

worthless and the weak, to be the power in all that

condemns you

You've got to heal your wounded mind secure your place in

time you're of the one a son of the sun

Ride upon the angels wings, listen to the heavens sing,

praise the master till your dying day

Pay the piper, pick your battles, fight before your life

unravels reaching for the stars above you