Into Dust

When everythings coming up roses The thorns will still leave scars on my hands Just pour me a scotch and a soda I'll get drunk and I'll act like a man I gotta get some of that magic I hear the voices calling A song I dare not trust And all my sleepless dreaming It all turns into dust I stopped all the screaming and crying And yet I still don't understand When all that you live for is dying An hourglass empty of sand I gotta be someone less tragic I hear the wind is calling A song I dare not trust And all my sleepless dreaming It all turns into dust In lifeless shadows dreaming My life is left un-feeling And yet beyong this door There must be more My freedoms become too expensive The price is much more than you see But freedom creates an illusion The freedom to save me from me I gotta get some of that magic I hear the voices calling