Wak-

en

up,

cur-

tains

o-

pen.

The

stage

is

ta-

ken

but

I

am

one

to

act

to-

day.

I

still

feel

tired,

al-

though

I've

slept

for

days.

Look

out-

side,

I've

seen

these

peo-

ple

be-

fore,

but

the've

ne-

ver

seen

me.

I'm

stuck

be-

hind

bars

of

com-

plexed

ma-

chin-

e-

ry.

Take

a

step,

out

of

the

house;

li-

mi-

ted

pla-

ces

that

I

could

on-

ly

go.

This

ci-

ty,

I

would

ne-

ver

call

it

home.

Vi-

de-

os,

pro-

jec-

tion

screens,

ev-

en

me-

mo-

ries,

but

I

must

cla-

ri-

fy

that

these

aren't

a-

bout

me.

I'm

lone-

ly

and

I'm

despe-

rate

and

I'm

try-

ing

to

es-

cape,

but

I'm

get-

ting

stron-

ger

eve-

ry

min-

ute

that

pass-

es

by.

A

V-

C-

R,

a

D-

V-

D,

some-

thing

to

play

back

for-

got-

ten

me-

mo-

ries.

Hope-

ful-

ly

I

can

find

a

way

to

leave.

Sub-

ways

a-

round

this

ci-

ty,

ta-

king

me

eve-

ry-

where

I

don't

want

to

go.

All

these

tun-

nels,

not

one

leads

back

to

home.

And

when

I'm

free,

free

to

roam

I

still

say

no,

be-

cause

there's

onl-

y

one

place

I

wish

to

go.

Emp-

ty

rooms,

pro-

jec-

tion

screens,

tapes

of

re-

pressed

me-

mo-

ries

all

of

this,

it

is

just

fan-

ta-

sy.

All

that

I

can

do

is

whis-

per

no-

things.

A

"sha-

dow"

who

wants

to

strut

on

the

stage.

As

I

jour-

ney

a-

cross

this

land,

search-

ing

for

some-

thing

that

no

one

un-

der-

stands.

Sit-

ting

here

all

a-

lone,

build-

ing

up

to

a

point

of

des-

per-

a-

tion.

I

can-

not

wait.

The

time

won't

come

to

the

pa-

tient.

I'll

force

my

way

though

as

a

re-

lief

from

all

the

ten-

sion.

I

watched

all

the

im-

a-

ges

that

came

up

on

the

screen.

It

built

in-

side,

forc-

ing

me

to

take

con-

trol

a-

gain.

I'm

sick

of

this

run-

down

God-

for-

sa-

ken

ci-

ty,

and

the

per-

fect

chance

to

break

is

com-

ing.

As

I

jour-

ney

a-

cross

this

land,

search-

ing

for

some-

thing

that

no

one

un-

der-

stands.

Look-

ing

for

my

true

self.

The

"sha-

dow"

comes,

the

"sha-

dow"

comes,

from

the

depths

of

the

un-

known;

a

pri-

son

cell,

a

gate

of

Hell,

the

land

where

in-

ner

de-

mons

dwell.

The

"sha-

dow"

comes

to

take

its

place,

the

birth-

right

of

the

base;

the

place

where

I

was

born

and

raised;

my

home.

Step

out-

side

this

ci-

ty,

re-

a-

ni-

mate

so

I

can

take

back

what

is

mine.

Now

the

fake

will

be

forced

back

in

my

mind.

I

want

to

see

my

o-

ther

live

in

a

world

that's

cut

off

from

re-

a-

li-

ty.

But

may-

be

he'll

see

things

diffe-

rent-

ly,

but

I

know

for

cer-

tain

that

he

will

say,

"As

I

jour-

ney

a-

cross

this

land,

search-

ing

for

some-

thing

that

no

one

un-

der-

stands.

Look-

ing

for

my

e-

go."