Wrathchild America
Another Nameless Face
Taunted and troubled, he raises his handDraws his fist, lets it all fall loose againHe's chained to his life, it's a walking, talking deathAnd he's losing his grip with every passing breathWeary eyed and weak, he pulls himself upTries to take a drink, but he drinks from an empty cupYellow running down his back, blue across his faceHe was giving his colors in the human raceWell his features are worn, there's darkness in his eyesSome say madness--it's the perfect state of mindHe hears a rumbling silence that's louder than any wordsTo him it has more to offer than anything he's ever heardSo tell me, where can he go, which way can he face?Does the wind blowFor another nameless face?What's another nameless faceIn another nameless placeSo what's another nameless faceWell, some people sayBlue is for insanity, yellow is for shameColors might just tell you thingsShould not be explained
From Letras Mania