It was a journey of the soul

The treacherous deed

It holds you close

And makes you bleed

Blood, blood

Litters the ground

Like a dusty coat

That metallic mound

Wires cut into flesh

Flesh that barely feels there

Oh, why am I so numb?

What happened to the ones that care?

Locked behind bars

For the very crime I committed

Yet it seems outrageous

That’s the story I’ve written

Blood, blood

Where do you come from?

Because there’s nothing left of me

Nothing to make up

Only my soul

Trapped like a golden bird

Journeys the maze

And hears what is heard

It was a journey of the soul

As it tried to come home

Home to what’s left of me

Trapped, yet it was free to roam