January 1, 1997

The answer lies within my friend, within my head I’ve been misled, into this dream I shall be seen, I shall be seen in mystic gleam, and all is well with me tonight, for sudden fright is now delight, and all is fake as I’m to take this burning at the stake.

The truth is blind in every eye, where mountains reach the highest sky, truth is blind when love is weak, run to hide too high to seek. Forever surely seems too long, eternity shall sing my song, for every day we’re still alone, in every way we live to own.


Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist