Fragments of a life left behind, tragedies of the past, torturing the inner mind, you linger with the rest  We try and clean the webs we weave, we try and free the casualties but when the webs are strong and the words are wrong no one will be released    Paper thin straddling the line your hanging on by a thread , looking for some peace  Of mind to put all your schemes to bed but one thing is for certain , they are closing  The final curtain, prepare to meet your maker and confess    Laying all your sins to rest    Black magic is the negative light, spreading fear through its endless flight  Amongst the rays a positive light but shadowed by the hands of time  This light is not a gift from above but a gift from the lord of fun  A twist of fate may change your hate forever    Laying all your sins to rest    Fragments of a life left behind, tragedies of the past torturing the inner mind  These dreams were meant to last    these lyrics are submitted by Lady Wyzyrd