am I flesh and am I bone or am I made of only sorrow ashes in the dust so long alone exiled in my cage like water in a stone cuts through the skin down to the bone all of my days they are trances all of my nights are but dreams all that you see and believe all that you whisper I scream the fires glow burning cold too hot to hold still I cant let go the darkness grows swelling slow showing me the way taking me home cuts through the skin down to the bone all of my days they are trances all of my nights are but dreams all that you see and believe all that you whisper I scream