I found my way out
From the show to the cemetery gates
I was stumbling and crawling
Into the night
Well I got my head wrapped
Around my thoughts
The only ones that I can talk to
Are my dead, dead little friends
Before the night is trough and dawn will shine
Turn off the thoughts noise
Before the dawn comes to rise
And you're walking bare feet
We are chasing time
While it's slitting through our hands
Before the dawn comes to raise
And you're stepping on a broken glass, bare feet
The thing that you call beauty
Maybe is my damnation
The more they scream
The less I feel
Well I played my heart out
Night by night
Sold them my whole soul
Though I'm feeling so right
If it wasn't for the hollow walking home
Before the night is trough and dawn will shine
Turn off the thoughts noise
Before the dawn comes to rise
And you're walking bare feet
We are chasing time
While it's slitting through our hands
Before the dawn comes to raise
And you're stepping on a broken glass, bare feet
Call 'em little puppets, come on
Come down to daddy home
Little darkness I feel when I'm walking home
There in the rain