The creator of life that made me feel real
cannot now repair or make me to heal
for nothing is right and no one to see
the feelings are gone from deep within
me,

All outward appearance soo calm and
serene, disguise the real truth,
I'm not what I'd been,
It's all been soo fickle, played tricks
on the mind, the one who has power
is the one I can't find,

So how does it end and where will
I go, find a beginning, how will I
know,
The mystery of life will never be
known, mistakes from the past
the crop that was sown, come back
to haunt, to torture and flaunt, the
truth will be known, its mystery
revealed, enclosed in a casket
permanentenly sealed.