If you come out and step back to look inside You will see madness, that breaks apart and divides The hurt is thick, it kills the air and I can't breath I want to run I want to fight I can't believe In fear A tray of lust among the poor we should fight back I am too smalland you too frail stabbed in the neck Deceiver ghost will be the name upon the wall I saw you climb I'm waiting here for you to fall And on my table there's no bread There's no more wine I need to run, no time to sleep the last in line The golden castle where all my hurt Goes down in cry Reveals the pain, the one that's shared for you and I In fear Poor will be poor, dead will be dead, and I'll live again