Mime Days run to the nights, nights run...

Mime

Days run to the nights, nights run to the days
And all I require is to turn just a page
Don't ever believe in that God of cold stone
Truth is not received and can't be returned

I cry my heart out when open the eyes
Life fed me by rot instead apple pies
I try make it through another mad hour -
Expecting a sugar but getting a sour

Overkill with the fire this morning of hope
Tie aspiration of soul with the rope
And glide down the river of shattered fate -
The role of the mime is finally played

Everyday we are dying just little bit more
Cross out the calendar's dates on the wall
Closing the curtains behind acted stage
But still standing here infront the same page