Long before the unlocked closed door
and far inside the depths of a distressed mind,
there was a madman's cry for insufficient life
Trapped at all ends of his mind
Ensnared and locked with those
that he blamed for ruin of his early life
Jeering and pointing and laughing,
their games sending him always back
to his mother, Melody
Comfort when she speaks to me
I will protect you
Help you see this through
Sin begins to control our lives, nothing in return
Hate spreads fire over the earth, everything to burn
No peace after her passing
She was the only one who understood
No one should have to endure what I have
I must give to another what she's given to me
Comfort when I speak
I will protect you
Help you close your eyes
Coma soft in this machine
Rest in this melody I've made for you