Now I’ve come to my twilight time
Where perceptions are so sublime
I’m not sure what’s yours or mine
And it’s so easy just to cross that line
The gate is open, I am free at last
Still martyred to a ghost ships mast
And the clock hand it moves too fast
As the your future now becomes my past
I am reborn like the Jesus said
Resurrected from the walking dead
At the end of days if I survive
How will I know if I was ever alive?
Paid the price for what I’ve done
And I not sure what I’ve lost or won
You may not like what I’ve become
I still need to finish what I’ve begun
Through the glass of the window pane
The sky is gray and I feel the same
I know there is nothing I can gain
I have to stay until this demon is slain
This bedroom now is all covered in dust
All my memories have turned to rust
How I would lay with you in my arms
With the bells ringing in silent alarms
Beliefs not deeds are the price I paid
It’s so easy when mistakes are made
To blame the world for your own shade
The face in the mirror is the one betrayed
Now I walk a road in redemptions path
And I hear the echoes of Pilates laugh
There is no escape from righteous wrath
That looks for comfort in the rod or staff
Well I have heard the talk and the statements read
You did your deed and you made your bed
Compassion is the joke in your web of design
Forgiveness is the end to its own punch line