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