HIDDEN FROM ME

Hidden from me is the path that leads home; years have I been alone as I roam.  No matter how hard I try to find my way, there is always a sense of pain and dismay.  Run I cannot from this evil that grows in me; must swear this is not how I wanted it to be! 

A hunger grows within my soul; a hunger that kills and takes its toll.  The devil indoor roars as a lion – seeking whom he may devour; God how I wish I could reach my Zion – where colors come from your blooming flower. 

Hidden from me is the path set before...

Hidden from me is the path and the door.

There was a time I believed I was made to smile; memories like those have not surfaced in a while.  My days are filled with darkness and pain; enough to make any man go insane. 

Yes, there are smirks here and there; yet, not enough to remember exactly where.  Void to me are times of fun and glee; only remembrance are my cries and pleas.

Hidden from me are the ways of man...

Hidden from me are the ways of Pan.

Don’t feel sorry for this writer, for all your worrying will not make it any lighter -- nor will your supplications make my days any brighter.  Be assured that soon enough I’ll pull another all-nighter; making my qualms that much the tighter.  In me there used to be the spirit of a fighter; ah... can someone pass me a fucken cigarette lighter?

Hidden from me is the path...

Hidden from me is not God’s wrath.

SOLD MY WORLD

Today I stood at the edge of the abyss; looking back I wish I could give you a last kiss.  Nevertheless demons await my presence at the end of the road; as I approach their darkness --better I think I was with my load.  Yet, today I stand before a congregation of tormentors that live unfurled; you see, they come to accuse me for being a man who sold his world.

At the edge of the cliff I regret selling my world.

At the edge of this cliff I take my jump – selling my world.

Before you go off the deep end judging me with words of steel, think first at what may come your way for such a spiel.  You never know, tomorrow you may be the one these demons come to with such a great appeal.  To whom then will you cry when you find yourself cut to pieces – like a veal?  Do not mistake their interest in you as a sign of joyful zeal; great is the suffering that comes to those that take their ways as an ideal.

Sold My World... to the WHITE WIZARD of DREAMS.

Sold My World... to the WHITE WIZARD of SCREAMS.

The yelling in my head drives me insane; am tired of living in a world filled with black rain.  Trying to reason with these voices is vain; perhaps if I wasn’t so squeamish I would’ve already cut my veins.  Oh babe... forgive my actions of love – they were all set up with feign.  How can I love you when all I feel is pain?  Go, go and forget this man whom is cursed like Cain.

The WHITE WIZARD appears to claim my body; no longer will this curse continue to embody.

Looking down the abyss I jump... for today I have chosen to sell my world.

No longer will I have to live in a slump... for today I have chosen to sell my world.

THE WHITE WIZARD

There’s no doubt I’ve got a bad disease; wonder if I’ll ever find some appease.  Days are dark without any breeze; God if you’re listening I need help – please.  White Wizard seems to hold the only keys; in his hand I can feel my soul freeze.

Insanity does not seem to care for my pleas; sinister desires drag me to levels of low degrees.  In this prison I’ve become a trustee; with all this trust I become a deportee.  Can’t hold on to my cheese; oh geez... here comes the White Wizard to make me his nominee.

White Wizard... fuck.

White Wizard... duck!

Walking the field that conceals leaves me unable to reveal; condemned to death I am left without an appeal!  Continuing this road to me seems to be my ideal; though at the end I must say I no longer feel. 

Have lost all hope of falling head over heels; with love it seems I cannot make a deal.  Some say love is the only one who can close and seal; starving nevertheless I am left without a fucken meal!

White Wizard... are you my only hope?

White Wizard... you are the only way to cope!

Find myself walking down this road once more; this life has been nothing but hell and gore!  Again I am seeking the next score; wonder what will be in store?

White Wizard... I can only see your door.

White Wizard... I must admit you are a chore.

Looking back my tracks disappear; being here before I know what is clear.  Walking I pace down the field that conceals; White Wizard you are the only one that heals my ordeals. 

White Wizard... to you I make my appeals!