The clock has frozen at the midnight hour But time has never learned how to forget I smell the iron and the whip’s cruel power In the choices made with shadows of regret. The darkness reaches out with marble arms Dragging my feet to floors of cold, hard steel... The past comes knocking at your door! A brand seared deep in fire! Ashes exhume a pain that should no longer be! The wind blows what the soul can't take no more The end of the wire! The silence screams what we left for all to see! I tried to wash my hands in stagnant tides But yesterday’s blood refuses to dry I walk alone where the frost-mist hides Where echoes haunt me as the years go by. The sentence is passed, no privilege to appeal I am the hangman, bound by my own seal. The chain is invisible, yet the weight is real The crime I committed at the altar of the unreal. The past comes knocking at your door! A brand seared deep in fire! Ashes exhume a pain that should no longer be! The final verdict cuts just like a blade... For in the solitude of this lightless cell, I find the worst judge that was ever made... Is Me. (It's me...) (It's me...)
