The Mist - Broken Toys

My eyes... can you see through them?
Tell me what you see... free me
Show me the way to go
My body imprisons my soul
I wanna run but my legs don't
Answers me.

Lies are like nails drilling my
Hands and feet
Television held me
And closed padlock
God's locked all my secret exists
The harder it can be
The end of all this
I want it to stop now.

Broken toys kept in the closet (x2)

My life is like a circus
Consumed in flames

There's always an idiot saying the
Show must go on
Even when the knives-thrower
Sheds fatal tears

Bad memories danced in my mind
They were like broken toys
Kept in the closet
Bad memories danced in my mind
They were like decapitated dolls.
And their glass eyes gazing the void.

The carrousel goes round and we
Smile for a moment
The hall of mirror distorts us
Making us smaller
And there was something evil in
That clown
Made up smiles have ne'er deluded me