I don't know how to deal with you When I finally get confused In a maze of dead ends at the point of no return Tattooed in my memories I've learned to understand what it means To follow your traces to balance out what you've found There are people who are living In great disorder Screaming colors, manic black And minor chords Home in empty places Focused on passion and mood that bears on Buried on the inside I'm holding on Every day's a battlefield I soldier on When calling is no longer a call to Be honest with yourself - re-new As imagination leaves the house, it shuts the door I'm sorry for my burden that I place on your life Sorry that I've always been late at night In a billion ways you feel better when i feel bad So I soldier on Buried on the inside I'm holding on Every day's a battlefield I soldier on Uncovering the inside Keeps me going on Hope is for the weary Or those who've given up Here's a man with his fingers on the frets With rage in his blood, bursting vocal cords on The ignorance of mankind, on the truth Buried on the inside I'm holding on Every day's a battlefield I soldier on Uncovering the dark side Drives me on Until I find my inner peace No remedy left untried to let this storm be gone