Demon Opera

Ragments of a life left behind, tragedies of the past, torturing the inner mind, you linger with the rest
We try and clean the webs we weave, we try and free the casualties
But when the webs are strong and the words are wrong no one will be released
Paper thin straddling the line your hanging on by a thread, looking for some peace
Of mind to put all your schemes to bed but one thing is for certain, they are closing
The final curtain, prepare to meet your maker and confess
Laying all your sins to rest
Black magic is the negative light, spreading fear through its endless flight
Amongst the rays a positive light but shadowed by the hands of time
This light is not a gift from above but a gift from the lord of fun
A twist of fate may change your hate forever
Laying all your sins to rest
Fragments of a life left behind, tragedies of the past torturing the inner mind
These dreams were meant to last