A TravellerTwirling 'round the worldWith my bells of sanityand ringing sounds of oldOn a painting of humanityI'm flitting through the skyOn the wings of vanityEverywhere I look,It's motherfucking agonySifting through the treesThough it's dark and hard to hideThe whistling of the breezeSays it's very latest last goodbyesYou shelter in the screamsOf the wind that shrieks of painIt tears apart the seamsof the hope you clung toNow there's nowhere left to hideAnd there's nowhere left to turnThere's no one to hold the gunLet your sanity returnThough I'd do it if I couldAnd I really think I wouldIt doesn't take that much for the dark to take it back.Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ringRing ring ring ring ring ring-chk