For years I've seen you fighting 
against your heart 
Living like you're dying 
so far from the sun

Waiting for a guardian angel 
to lead you through the dangers 
that lie ahead on your way 
towards tomorrows arms

Tears have turned from sweet to sour 
and hours to days 
You're hiding yourself away 
from our [bad word] world's embrace 
And as your days turn to weeks 
you'll cry yourself to sleep 
in the cage

We all have our fears but yours are 
the scariest of them all 
Lift your head and let us taste 
the horror you adore

And it all starts to makes sense 
All the blood wisely shed 
Just wait until the [bad word] 
knocking on your door

And as your days turn to weeks 
you'll cry yourself to sleep 
in the cage you've locked yourself in