| Lyrics: | Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you
The dreams so cold, they are
mine
With the prospects they haunt you
My ache is hidden
In read lights I see you, and
your hate
About time you found me
Your hand in mine
In dark rooms we're
hurting
Through hidden times
All hail to the forgotten past
They took me equally
with kings
So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil
In the darkness I'll teach
you
I'll make you man
In moistful mornings through the only path
Stating I never
want your wings
Never argue, never compromise
Wide from mine the hidden ache
Do
wonders to realize all the questions you may have |
