Shadow of the Lake

The innocence of a child
 Left alone for a while
 Standing there, by the magic window
 The bluish light serves him another city crime
 He cannot really understand the shadows
 Too young to guide himself
 Between what's right and what is wrong
 He reaches his hand touched the TV screen
 Souvenirs will last a life time
 Nightmares often track a fine line
 If they cannot feel the pain
 Will he feel the same?
 The influence of a style
 A world succumbs to denial
 Price to pay, creation of a future
 The images disturb him
 Impress his fragile mind
 Like a mother leads him as it nurtures
 Too strong to stop himself
 He sees the meaning in the song
 He starts to fly or that is how it seems
 How he wants to be in the limelight
 Like all the heroes in his dreams
 If they cannot feel the pain
 Will he feel the same?
 Or is it just a game?
 Now he wants to haunt the prime time
 To have his face within the screen
 If he cannot feel the pain
 Will they feel the same?
 And who will win the game?
 How was he to know the way it was to go?
 His life before he set his fate
 The world of his dreams evolved by lunacy
 Drove him to his mental state
 She never could have read the bad signs
 Evil deep within his eyes
 She doesn't feel the same about him anymore
 The moon was high and red this night time
 He chased her out into the trees
 He must immortalize his name
 Into the hall of fame
 Made up all of shame...
 "Don't you know, I've always loved you
 Enough to save you from the pain
 I know you don't like the answer
 Oh! But it's the only way..."
 Don't be afraid
 "Don't be afraid"
 Be not afraid
 "Be not afraid"
 This is just a game
 And I will take the blame and the fame
 She stares at the moonlight
 Reflecting on the water
 Her nails scratch the marks
 Upon the wooden floor
 She prays in vain for something
 But no one hears her call
 He's beyond it all... Insane?
 He drags her to the lake
 Beyond the shallow water
 Cold and abandoned
 She looks out to the shore
 He knows her time is coming
 Too late to turn back now
 He grabs her by the sleeve of her shirt
 And for a while she gazes into his fiery eyes
 She's searching for a fragment of the man
 She once loved before, but he's no more...
 They say he was a poor lonely child
 And they made millions,
 Millions from his crime
 And they say the kind of understand why
 He couldn't stand the violence
 So they day he finally killed,
 He closed his eyes...