His child the moon and dark became
Once was a man they called insane
With fear and anger in his heart
Depression, all that slowly starts
The hate becomes a piece of him
Society has taught to him
Forever in his soul he'll keep
The sentiment to never weep

I can't fly on broken wings
I can't live on broken dreams

The things he always dreams to be
He tries to be like you and me
But now he feels his tears just fall
And livеs in the shit of it all
The thing from which the anguish starts
That has been living in thе dark
Heartbroken, bursting at the seams
Replaced by all his silent screams

Now he laughs at the fools who once had so much joy
They are now like he once was
Another worthless broken toy