Like broken dreams of rich men   Who really don't have much   A pocketbook of promises   Their dreams are made of such   But silent desperation sold   They shop for what they want   They say, Stop it are you using me   Come talk to me in grunts      Because of mass frustrations   Emotions hid in chains   How no forever can be measured   Eventually it just has to fade   Yet as a hunger beckons me   In fear I heed the call   A desire comes to me   Arresting touch as I recoil      The passion draws me from my sleep   I awaken from the darkest dreams   The secret eyes did laugh at me    And nothing's ever as it seems   The whispered promise I'll never hear   We're just passing with the night   These empty hands with touch unfelt   Are driving me from your saving light.      The devils dancing in my veins   There's a hatred in my mind   I'm disillusioned from my trust   This moments lost all out of time   The promise in my isolation   I'm lost with you inside   A part of me still unused   This mask for me to hide behind.