I was standing at the altar
I was aching to confess
for my soul in absolution
to be blessed
when all the candles ceased their burning
and all the virgins turned to stone
and I was left there in my darkness
so alone
I was stranded in my vigil
'til all the curtains they were drawn
saw the kingdoms and the heroes
dead and gone
and I saw them cold and naked
with all illusion stripped away
when they had no mists to hide them
bits of clay
can't see through the tears and lyin
is there no peace that I can find
is livin' really worth the dyin'
when livin' just a state of mind
now if I have a child to told to
I'll only teach him what I know
and when he leads me I will follow
where he goes
I will not chain him without reason
or tie a stone around his mind
gut let him take whatever reason
he may find
can't see through the tears and lyin'
is there no peace that I can find
is livin' really worth the dyin'
when livin's just a state of mind