Yes I hold some keys of gold A cigarrette a silver bullet Angels crying day and night The world is our stage Look inside and try and find the part of me that tore I wish I knew what I got through Behind...
Take my hand across this land Escape this all the hell inside Create this man to make my stand And break this hardened shell inside
I see the man in me The lines along my face are drawn in I believe reflections bleed The sorrows of the souls Let me know the hurt that shows And wish it all away