A Way Out

I burn but I feel cold
I'm young but I feel old
I think I have been told:
I'm weak but I feel bold!

I stand, but I have fell,
In flames don't feel the smell,
I'm numb, but I can tell:
Your heaven seems like hell.

You're cracking my wounds —
You're so proud.
I still haven't found
My way out.
My wound, it hurts
So bad…
For blood on my shirt
I bled…
 
I'm free but I'm in prison
It's not for just a season
But found myself a reason
To be my own King Crimson!

I'm seak but I feel fine
I've tasted so much wine
That cannot hold the line
It's not the way o'mine!

You weaken my sounds
With no doubt.
There are your nine rounds
On my way out!

The glass is to be broken down,
And I am to be dead.
Well, if you'll see my frown,
I know you'll catch a dread!
You'll see that I'm not a clown.
Well, I am not mad;
For glass has to be broken down,
And I've to be dead.

You're cracking my wounds —
You're so proud.
I still haven't found
My way out.
My wound, it hurts
So bad…
For blood on my shirt
I bled…

You weaken my sounds
With no doubt.
There are your nine rounds
On my way out!
But music still sounds
So loud…
I'm sure I have found
A way out!

2000-2003