Dry Lonely Tears

The lights circle the room Shining on all those plastic faces Traces of a life that once was held So deep inside of their marble eyes Call for help through dry lonely tears BLACKNESS Deep, down inside their rotting hearts The bleeding seems to never stop flowing Growing, Multiplying, Dying, Never Trying It's only a listless freedom of crying heroes SILENCE The music stops, Hearts stops beating No more banging in your ears as you sleep Drifting off to that place where tomorrow is And today never comes to those who believe Relieving bones of their muscles weight The freight circles the room Plastic faces look as you pass by Places of your life lived fade away To the areas of the mind forgot by man And now it's too late to call for help through dry lonely tears