The Guy
by:
Dez Mona
Feathers of beauty twirl down from the sky
And all that is past turns black in front of his eyes
On the day after the story faded
He searched for what he loved and hated
Dry white skin covers aching bitter marks.
Marks left unspoken during his first sore life
What’s gone for now isn’t that bad somehow
The crowd stays silent, their lips are paralyzed.
The evidence of my existence is my own lie
Truth doesn’t hide in the words of the deceiver
False scene’s set up by his dissembling fire
Burning denial, Burning denial,
Burning denial has led this puppet's life.
Am I, Am I
the guy who lost his mind
Am I, Am I
the guy who lost his mind
Drifting between the old forgotten desires
Shadows burn all the walls he passes
Now time exposes his raving shifting hours
and he prays for God to change what faith decided
Burning denial, Burning denial,
Burning denial has led this puppet's life.
Am I, Am I
the guy who lost his mind
Am I, Am I