Paranoia Streaks Through The Courtyard
 

Pretend it's Winter, the snow falling...sticking to the ground
collecting as most things do of this nature, building it's mound
withholding secrets buried deep beneath it's cold presence
we used to call our selves "Angel's" as we look to the Heavens
life was simple then, no pain, no clue, not even a pimple then
we took on more than we could handle, no idea of "little" then
...then...you grow beyond what was kept below, hidden & masked
life was staged the whole time and you were given the act...
so allow us to get rid of the mask, shed some limelight on the idea
your actions are the potions to mix, the elixer and the ether
your path is paved by the tracks you leave in the wicked frost
the hatred that dwells inside, the lies & the unfinished talks...
the secrets that we hide behind grins alone are just pure lunacy
but admitting the fault itself can obviously be the cure for you & me
Helloooooooo is anyone home? let the thought replace the bare marble
out of sight, out of mind...