Through the silent corridors of this briliant gallery
I will find many answers of mine tonight I will feed my knowing need
I will see the hidden side of this story
The pa**ion of youth and anguish of life
I wanna know what is the life knight that seems to be speaking loud to me
He seems to threaten to slay me just glacing
An hollow wooden sound shake my middle age feelings
There is someone over me I can feel his breath on me
There's only waxing-works and a few pictures around me
In the silent corridors of ths briliant gallery
I can feel the knight's pulse while my body is going round
Every dying man's face is the face of a riend of mine
Friend of mine feeling like a child I screaming loud
Get out get out I can feel the rage is growing
Growing from the dark side of me
Get out get out feeling like a child I screaming loud
Get out get out I can feel the rage is falling
Falling to the real side falling like a struck fly
Falling to the bright side of me
In the silent corridors of this brilliant gallery
Now I feel like a man who has seen the story
Floated through the tears floated through the hope and glory
A sparkle in the night from the waxing-hero-works
A teardrop from his eyes melting furrow across the
Wax mask wax mask
Feeling like a child I screamed loud
I feel hot tears from his eyes I can feel the rage is falling
Falling to the real side falling like a struck fly
Falling to the bright side of me
In the silent corridors of this brilliant gallery
Now I feel like a man who has seen the story
Floated through the tears floated through the hope and glory
A sparkle in the night from the waxing-hero-works
A teardrop from his eyes melting furrow across the
Wax mask wax mask
Feeling like a child I screamed loud
I feel hot tears from his eyes I can feel the rage is falling
Falling to the real side falling like a struck fly
Falling to the bright side of me