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 it's 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 a piece

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?

Rembrandt as my right hand and solo as my pilot have you ever been inside

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