Dark Age 歌词

Sitting up and rubbing tired, rested eyes, The conscience rises to intercept the lies The secrets of the competition pleasure are revealed Escaping from the mighty cage that once was locked and sealed Despite living in hell, this saint has kept his head quite cool Seething, he could no longer sit there like a fool Angered, restless, shamed, tired and torn Locked up in that cage since the day that he was born Suffering in silence, his fate would not be known In a society where everybody, on the inside, isn't on their own Waking up to see the light Grab the heart strings Pull them tight There's a pain Inside my chest As artificial face gets laid to rest Outbursts no longer controlled, measured, sensible and kept incheck He laughs and looks me in the eye, as he tightens the noosearound my neck Grab my arm and take me away Show me thoughts of yesterday Tomorrow could have been much brighter If he hadn't reared his ugly head He's trying to prevent the sinning And trying to make me repent instead I'll try to pretend that I like it So defeat doesn't cloud my soul So when I cry Turn out the light Spare my foes The ugly sight I'll kick and thrash Until he's still Only he can win My mind is ill My mind is ill So I'll kick and thrash Until he's still The ugly sight Not seen by my foes There is not light His triumph over me Has improved my social grace For once the bad man has been put In the one and only place Where he cannot hurt the loved ones ANYMORE NEVER AGAIN No, Not more.....