The Ballad of Indecision

The train began to break away
 With hollow moon to lead the way
 Will destination will be on our way
 Well no one know and don't seem to care
 Still I stop alone
 I king of the dark lion
 When the feeling charge
 I will become in on stone
 The mushroom tree be shown the grave
 I should deform the grave in pain
 I can't believe it's taken over the spain
 I drink the blood and just dream away
 Still I stop alone
 I king of the dark lion
 When the feeling charge
 I will become in on stone
 I tell you this and you came wondering why
 Our Angel's fallen from the skis
 And will the devil hold designer pain
 Or are we here to die in pain
 Write the broken sun for me
 Write the broken sun
 Written for me