[Instrumental Intro] [Verse] Found a way to rid myself clean of pain And a fever thats been haunting me has gone away Looking through my window I seem to recognize all the people passing by But Im alone and far from home Nobody knows me Never heard me say goodbye Never shall I speak to anyone again All days are in darkness and Im biding my time Once I am sure of my task I will rise again [Guitar Solo]
biding, task, rid, haunting, recognize