First page of the chapter, it’s when the feather speak
A link between the rulers, so strong or just too weak
Living in a story, we’re knights who’s marching out
Vision of a daydream, more than what meet’s the eye
In reality
It’s a game for the gallery
Two brain pieces divided
Wide my view, still I can’t believe
Profile of the day
I’m the one to blame
All feelings that you ignore
Marching like machines
We’re stepped on like creeps
They watching all the move you make
Horses won’t make the beggars ride
Counting down the hours, we know who pays the price
Wave your feather finger, and command me to the line
Who’s behind your shoulder, she’s got you in her hand
Screams return like echoes, do we know where we stand
Time can’t wash all your sins away
It was not for me, it was just for you
And no respond on what I feel
It won’t mean a thing, it won’t mean a thing
In reality
