Your own prison

He walks into the unknown
Good heart, dammed soul
Thousand sparkles in the night
Maybe he feels right

Turn the page
Now he drives that old street
Shame, no time to blame
Who's never made a mistake?
But this time...

You never hear and never talk
Same old things lead it back to the start
Sanctuary, solitary soul
He rises, rises!
Your own prison

He walks into the wild
Bloody secrets, unspoken
Just a man, a dead man
Imaginary battle fields
This war he needs to win

Change the book
Old stories of the good times
The last breath from the wicked son
It seems to bring sanity
But this time...

Different person at the same place
Year by year, nothing has changed
There's no place to love
There's no place to rest in the garden