Pittsburgh

Scarred from these clipped wings
Cancer to the cell
Another drive for the hearse
A winter survival
A shell of a man an apparition
I fear becoming a product of superstition
The shallow life is the close minded
That's what our stones say in the writing
Think about the ways another time a better place
Lessons that are learned find yourself show your grace
Walk with the faceless
Sign of the taste is
I finally see the lines that we were drawn
We stand at the gates that are open
We question if we are invited
The signs all point to direct us
Who wrote all these signs?

Reflection shakes me
A view so the dead can see
Halls of red are drafting
A quiet place where I can fall asleep

It hangs on the wall
A guard for your shelter
Reach for heights of remorse
A mask that we can bond with
Or a face that can't be seen
Back and forth it tugs on the heart strings
Lost in my head as the bird sings
Dark clouds on the rainbow
Walks to remember or running from the hills
The child, the man, the sin and the snake
Driven to the point where it all breaks
We're all together
You can't find us
A bittersweet ending or a scary movie twist
As I walk through the gates
I feel that I've found the answer
I remember my purpose
I know what I should do

Reflection shakes me
A view so the dead can see
Halls of red are drafting
A quiet place where I can fall asleep

I never wanted to be another sheep in the herd
Another face in the field
Another dent in the world
I never wanted to be another sheep in the herd
Another face in the field
Another dent in the world
And all these apples are rotten
And all these apples are rotten
And all these apples are rotten
And all these apples are rotten

Reflection shakes me
A view so the dead can see
Halls of red are drafting
A quiet place where I can fall asleep