Chapter one of my mind...
Life is easy when you carry the loaded gun
When you've got the power to make the puppets run
But the image in your mirror isn't what's in mine
Yours filled with pain and broken promises
Mine with the demons I've left behind
You wear a mask of stone
No emotions left to find,
While my face begins to show hope
Because I live where the sun can shine
So life may be easy when you hold the loaded gun,
When you've got the power to make the puppets run,
But I wouldn't trade with you for anything under the sun
Because the burden you carry surely weighs a ton.