Mushroomhead — To the Front

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Locked away in a cage

My rage has got the best of me

Time finds a way each day

Of leaving less of me behind

I find this fight must be won

Inside the mind

So uptight and confined

Often blinded by the light

Taking its toll

On my system

Like some played out existence

Time ticks away

These last few moments

Is there anything

We’ve left unsaid?

I’m on a quest

For atonement

I’ve got to find peace of mind

And a place to rest

Biding my time

Until I’m strong enough

To fight back

Hope,

I hope against hope

For some resistance

Been taking it out on my system

Rest — there’s a calm before the storm

And the western front is quiet

I’ve got Rembrandt as my right hand

And Solo as my pilot

Condemned man

Condemned

Convicted man

Convicted

Could not save my life

Cutting strand by strand

Passing it off

Like some kind of king

You don’t know peace

’til you’ve had suffering

I’ve suffered

All of your so-called resolve

But you haven’t tasted pain

Have you ever been inside

Of the new masterpiece?

Rest

Have you ever been inside?

Rembrandt as my right hand

And Solo as my pilot

Have you ever been inside

Of the new masterpiece

Condemned man

Condemned

Convicted man

Convicted

Could not save my life

Cutting strand by strand

Strand by

Strand by

Strand by strand

Condemned