Hey, kid, I've been watching you.
Sleeping in the lilies with an old dull-bladed knife,
Still in them bulletproof pajamas you've worn all your life.
But tonight you're in some murky bar,
The music's too loud and you don't feel like dancing.
Not a familiar face in the room, just that little voice in the back of your head
That's always been there, but tonight it says,
"The days are getting shorter, the air is getting colder,
And as you seep [bad word] and coke, kid, you're just getting older."
You realize you're sweating and the air around you stinks,
So you stumble to the bathroom, throw your head beneath the sink,
And, as you raise your eyes, your lips release a little groan,
'Cause the face that's grinning back at you
Just isn't quite your own.

So you go back to your lily petals, pull those old pajamas tight,
But you can't shake the feeling that your life is just a game of chess
Where ancient gods and demons fight.
People stagger by you, thick [bad word] down their faces,
While little jet-black serpents try to mate with your shoelaces.
And old blind dog's been at your heels with the overpowering stench of decay,
And an old friend sends a package, the skull inside it seems to say,
"I'm the face in every mirror, the shadow at your feet,
The little light that glows behind each pair of eyes that you meet.
Oh, you can hide inside your castle, spend years thinking you're free,
But I'm like Ancient Rome, baby, all roads lead to me."

Okay, kid. Let me tell you a little story. See, I don't get into town too often these days, but some day soon old Jack Frost is gonna blow back into the heart of the big city.
And I'll scream until the buildings melt,
Then whisper till they freeze,
And I'll stand on an icy tower
With every eye fixed on me.
And everyone will follow
As I raise my left hand to the sky,
And together we'll peel back the fabric of this world
And stare into the void that lies behind.