3 AM

Pitch black is all that I can see
Wide awake, the ceiling stares at me
And this bed, a prison cell again
I'm on the outside lookin' in
Who will save us from these sins
And a world of tortured, soulless greed
I took a walk through the mind of the insane
A wicked picture without a frame
A shattered world of emptiness and cold
I've done my crime, I've done my time
Forgive me Lord for the hundredth time
I'm on my knees and beggin' please

From mind to pen a dark nights end
The ink and paper start to blend
Burned sanity's candle at both ends
It's 3:00 A.M.

Outside, standing in the rain
I think I'll the subway train
Outside the confines of my mind
Next stop, a place that's all too real
The only place that I can feel
In world of sterility and pain
I've wasted all my precious time
Mister please... can you spare a dime
For a man whose humanity was lost?
Years pass, within this empty tomb
Within the solace of my quiet room
On the streets of society again

This pen is empty like my soul
Inside the darkness has control
It's getting harder to ignore
At 3:00 A.M.

From mind to pen a dark nights end
The ink and paper start to blend
Burned sanity's candle at both ends
It's 3:00 A.M.