Brought you down from yesterday.
Take a look and I'm okay.
Don't think you can pierce me with your
gun of lovely malign rolled off your lying tongue.

Just run like you do
when the doors close.
Just sweep this thorn to the corner
where no one ever know's.

This breeze is so warm.
Do you believe it's me.
Those words you had
built this mountain I'm standing on.

Day after another the black became deeper,
but my persistence lit the path
alongside that tear filled
red river.

Don't think you could ever pierce me
with your gun of deformed reality
rolled off your cowardly tongue.

You just love to see the red floating 'round your feet.
Here's your warning,
'Cause I'm about to reign over the world.

This breeze is so warm.
Do you believe it's me.
Those words you had
built this mountain I'm standing on.

Yesterday is all gone now.