In the Mist - The Psyke Project

A father with his face

Buried in his hands

Surrounded by evil thoughts

And tears.

Every teardrop

That falls from his eyes

Makes a sound that only the

Saddest man can hear

I will not turn away

I know where my heart is

I will not turn away

I know where my heart is

Now standing here

Alone surrounded by mist

For every step he takes

Towards a new start

Out of the mist

A little bit of sadness

Vanishes from his heart

I know your hate.