Time has no hold on this conflict… With myself I struggle for control… The scales are not falling in my favor… The fiddler is playing on a heavy song tuned against my lonely soul….

I must have been hurt to feel the way I do… Some chances chanced and never followed through… Maybe innocence was taken away… You tore her from my bleeding hands,, Spirited her away….

I don’t know if I will see you soon… I’ve cursed against your name and hated you… This heart I have has hardened and rejected answers for what went wrong… Now there’s not much left beating within me… Just enough to keep the rhythm of the fiddlers song….

I don’t claim to be insane, but ive come to understand that I’m severely troubled… An oppressive sense of waiting makes all of this time to me seem double… Expectant wishes wasted while I try to widen my closed mind… Sorting through the promises in the oldest book of time….

I must have been hurt to feel the way I do… Some chances chanced and never followed through… Maybe innocence was taken away… You tore her from my bleeding hands,, Spirited her away….

Time is a stalker painted red… the music that he plays swims inside of my down turned head… Soon is a promise that is always kept… Right behind my heals pushing me into the comfort of my death bed… Close enough now to feel his pealing breath… Too many times have I smelt this coming death….

I don’t know if I will see you soon… I’ve cursed against your name and hated you… This heart I have has hardened and rejected answers for what went wrong… Now there’s not much left beating within me… Just enough to keep the rhythm of the fiddlers song….