Tears fall from a place that you call home,

A menagerie of doubts strike, consume, and you find yourself panic stricken

For the life of you you can’t understand this game that you play

With yourself

And it’s all over

As, by some miracle, you realize that you’ve lost

As it’s too late

And the clock strikes 12

And your heart strikes fear

And your eyes are wide

It’s midnight for the faint of heart

And the walls, they speak

It’s killing hour

Home is where the heart is

Is my heart in your arms

For I’ve never known them

Felt them only in my dreams

My heart is a million miles away

And am I dead?

For a cannot hear it beating

A muffled sound

Even as you hold it

We are one

I am nothing

As the chimes sound

I am nothing

As the bell tolls I am nothing

As his voice resides in a memory

As I told you, I am nothing

And he lies bleeding in the doorway of the

Place I left behind

You left too soon

Did you leave too soon?

It was for the best

Was it for the best?

While a man in a top hat is counting down years

Like seconds, you’re running

But he begs you to stay

And weighed down with naivety you remain

And without remorse he buys your days

For the price of your pain

He feeds on your pain

And he steals away

All the hope you had saved

And he points to your name

On the line

A mistake that you made

Is your name on the line

And this deal, it resides like a toll in your mind

And it isn’t all fine

No, it isn’t all fine

And the day that it’s fine…

Is the day that you die.

The deal.