Shadow Of The Lake

The innocence of a child

Left alone for a while

Standing there, by the magic window

The bluish light serves him another city crime

He cannot really understand the shadows

Too young to guide himself

Between what's right and what is wrong

He reaches his hand touched the TV screen

Souvenirs will last a life time

Nightmares often track a fine line

If they cannot feel the pain

Will he feel the same?

The influence of a style

A world succumbs to denial

Price to pay, creation of a future

The images disturb him

Impress his fragile mind

Like a mother leads him as it nurtures

Too strong to stop himself

He sees the meaning in the song

He starts to fly or that is how it seems

How he wants to be in the limelight

Like all the heroes in his dreams

If they cannot feel the pain

Will he feel the same?

Or is it just a game?

Now he wants to haunt the prime time

To have his face within the screen

If he cannot feel the pain

Will they feel the same?

And who will win the game?

How was he to know the way it was to go?

His life before he set his fate

The world of his dreams evolved by lunacy

Drove him to his mental state

She never could have read the bad signs

Evil deep within his eyes

She doesn't feel the same about him anymore

The moon was high and red this night time

He chased her out into the trees

He must immortalize his name

Into the hall of fame

Made up all of shame...

"Don't you know, I've always loved you

Enough to save you from the pain

I know you don't like the answer

Oh! But it's the only way..."

Don't be afraid

"Don't be afraid"

Be not afraid

"Be not afraid"

This is just a game

And I will take the blame and the fame

She stares at the moonlight

Reflecting on the water

Her nails scratch the marks

Upon the wooden floor

She prays in vain for something

But no one hears her call

He's beyond it all... Insane?

He drags her to the lake

Beyond the shallow water

Cold and abandoned

She looks out to the shore

He knows her time is coming

Too late to turn back now

He grabs her by the sleeve of her shirt

And for a while she gazes into his fiery eyes

She's searching for a fragment of the man

She once loved before, but he's no more...

They say he was a poor lonely child

And they made millions,

Millions from his crime

And they say the kind of understand why

He couldn't stand the violence

So they day he finally killed,

He closed his eyes...