Through the silent corridors of this briliant gallery I will find many answers of mine tonight I will feed my knowing need I will see the hidden side of this story The pa**ion of youth and anguish of life I wanna know what is the life knight that seems to be speaking loud to me He seems to threaten to slay me just glacing An hollow wooden sound shake my middle age feelings There is someone over me I can feel his breath on me There's only waxing-works and a few pictures around me In the silent corridors of ths briliant gallery I can feel the knight's pulse while my body is going round Every dying man's face is the face of a riend of mine Friend of mine feeling like a child I screaming loud Get out get out I can feel the rage is growing Growing from the dark side of me Get out get out feeling like a child I screaming loud Get out get out I can feel the rage is falling Falling to the real side falling like a struck fly Falling to the bright side of me In the silent corridors of this brilliant gallery Now I feel like a man who has seen the story Floated through the tears floated through the hope and glory A sparkle in the night from the waxing-hero-works A teardrop from his eyes melting furrow across the Wax mask wax mask Feeling like a child I screamed loud I feel hot tears from his eyes I can feel the rage is falling Falling to the real side falling like a struck fly Falling to the bright side of me In the silent corridors of this brilliant gallery Now I feel like a man who has seen the story Floated through the tears floated through the hope and glory A sparkle in the night from the waxing-hero-works A teardrop from his eyes melting furrow across the Wax mask wax mask Feeling like a child I screamed loud I feel hot tears from his eyes I can feel the rage is falling Falling to the real side falling like a struck fly Falling to the bright side of me