(P.Mark)
From the album Disposable Soul

Tilted mirrors line a crooked hall
Off the blue room where she prays
Reflections in a world gone wrong
Lead me on and block my way

Each day is a fight
   In this haunted life
From a king to a pawn
Now a storm has clouded my reign
And my window’s streaked with pain

Ambition is a twisted word
When it’s whispered in a prayer
Mixed messages spill from the cup
She extends but will not share

There’s no end to the night
   In this haunted life
From a king to a pawn
Now a storm has clouded my reign
A my window’s streaked with pain

A life’s gamble should be built on trust
Like the bet I made on you
In the end my debt is alone
In a world I built for two

What’s wrong is right
   In this haunted life
From a king to a pawn
Now a storm has clouded my reign
And my window’s streaked with pain