He's the wolf screamin' lonely in the night, he's the blood stain on the stage. He's the tear in your eye, been tempted by his lie, he's the knife in your back, he's rage.
“Someone write me a letter. I need to know that I'm still alive. Someone give me a telephone call, I need to hear a human sound. Someone open up a door and let me out of this place. I've been caged up for oh so long I don't know if I'm living or dying.”