The Nails Are Dug In Hard

Like The Walls Around My Head



For The Fear In My Reflection

A Wry Grin I Bear

Prayer



See The Man Of Solitude

With Weary Eyes, With Head In Hands



To The Fear In His Reflection

A Wry Grin He Bears

And To The Fear In His Religion

A Wry Grin He Bears

While He Speaks Prayers