I have something I want to say, but I don’t know how to say it
I bought my self a little flute, but don’t know how to play it
I walk along these empty streets, these streets that have no name
And people came and pass me by; they all just look the same

I am not dead, but dead I am, if night should turn to day
They’ll push and shove and lie and steal until they get their way
I hide behind an odd shaped mask that helps me see their lies
Behind the doors in unlit room is where I hear the cries

It’s time I let them know the truth, there is no happy end
And so run I run along this path until it starts to bend
It twists and turns and starts to fall and soon I find the gate
The mask falls off, a stranger comes but now it’s much too late.