I loose my tongue And tell all who will listen And beg of my friends To assume my position Pretending belief They try to explain But clearly they really believe I'm insane
Despite the intensity of all that I have seen My rigid conviction - it was not a dream They cast seeds of uncertainty Deep in my mind They implant ambiguity Attempting to blind me
My trembling arm is taken By a stranger's outstretched hand His grip is firm His voice is stern And I succumb To his demands
Confused (and not a little scared) I am taken to a room, Where but one single candle flame relieves the heavy gloom There do I retell my tale, not once, but many times, At last, believed, I am relieved, contentment now is mine
"...In ships of fire and helms of bronze they came to meet me A sight as strange as death itself - believe me, don't bereave me Children of light from the corners of time, fanning the embers of peace Their intent was defied in the face of mankind, and begone, we compelled them to leave..." All at once their sympathy averts to ridicule, They scorn me as they would a clown, a fester, or a fool "Forgive us for misleading you", my captor wryly said, "Those things you saw were real enough - but only in your head"
So am I insane? Now I'm not so sure, straining my senses still I must endure Trapped in this labyrinth of doubt and confusion, denial of all is my only solutionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
