And here in the night
as i feel the inferno
i stare in the dark
thinking what is eternal

the man or the moment
the act or the reason
these thoughts fill my head
as i contemplate treason

of dreams i have had
and dreams i have pondered
when late in the night
my mind it would wander

to things i have done
and then quickly regretted
while denying vices
my life had selected

and i think what i've done
or have yet to begin
and the man i've become
and the man that i've been

now caught in a waltz
with the eternal dancer
i'm courted by death
but death isn't the answer
i say

all i was
meant to be
could i
suddenly
just decide
not a thought
would survive
could it be
my life's worth
ended there
with my birth

if i could see someone
who's been there before me
and traded his soul
for a moment of glory

his penance or mercy
by spirits debated
while judged on a scale
that's been heavily weighted

and what have i done
could there be such a sin
in this man i've become
in this man that i've been

now calling to god
from the pit's very bottom
i pray he forgives
every sin i've forgotten
this day

and who would have thought
that my fate it would conjure
this twist in the road
on which i have wandered

each vision and dream now
completely dismembered
to give one's whole life
and find nothing's
remembered

and what good is a life
that leaves nothing behind
not a thought or a dream
that might echo in time

the years and the hours
the seconds and minutes
and everything that
my life has placed in it
betrayed
betrayed
betrayed

the things i have done
the places i've been
the cost of my dreams
the weight of