[i]Mystery madman, a victim of cruel charade Some innocent pawn in an end game, one more stalemate Is death another birthday? A way to kiss your dreams goodbye? Do the undead live within us? And look through our eyes? Walking on water are miracles all you can trust Measure your coffin does is measure up to your lust? So I think I'll leave you With your bishops and your guilt So until the next time Have a good sin [/i]