The meadows are blooming
White lilies - stained with crimson
The sun's falling down
The light playing tricks
On his mind
See that hero?
That savior of humanity?
He hides, his silver-plated armor tarnished
He dances, he destroys, he dies
Madness strolled into the sanctuary
Wearing robes of snow
Promising clarity
To the knelt men
He climbs to the top seeking shelter from the rain
Nothing to gain when one is so high
Trip on stone; fall down
He's not the first
While he grips the chalice
Flames cackling in his frosty eyes
He shakes hands with midnight
The deal has already been sealed
The river rushes down
Silver - kissing the stones
The moonlight's befuddled
The silhouettes twirling to
Church hymns
See that villain?
That corrupted fellow of society?
He hides, calling for his heroine to save him
He waits, he wishes, he writhes
Purity ran through the battlefield
Screaming her song
Waving her banner
At the bloodstained men
He dives off the cliff with bounded wrists
His heart sits comfortably on his sleeve
High tide, low tide - the oceans of his mind
He's not the last
While asphyxiation sets in
His trembling fingers grips the rocks firmly
As he pulls himself from the currents
And bathes in the morning light
They stare each other down
Eyes narrow
Their lips a thin line
Trace the cracks in the mirror
There's a thin line between
Insanity and fame
