Mushroomhead

Locked Away In A Cage
My Rage Has Got The Best Of Me
Time Finds A Way Each Day
Of Leaving Less Of Me Behind
I Find This Fight Must Be Won
Inside The Mind
So Uptight And Confined
Often Blinded By The Light
Taking Its Toll
On My System
Like Some Played Out Existence
Time Ticks Away
These Last Few Moments
Is There Anything
Weve Left Unsaid?
Im On A Quest
For Atonement
Ive Got To Find Piece Of Mind
And A Place To Rest
Biding My Time
Until Im Strong Enough
To Fight Back
Hope,
I Hope Against Hope
For Some Resistance
Been Taking It Out On My System
Rest-Theres A Calm Before The Storm
And The Western Front Is Quiet
Ive Got Rembrandt As My Right Hand
And Solo As My Pilot
Condemned Man