The Man who sold me out.

I passed upon the stairs,

I spoke to you of was and when

Although I wasnt there

He said I was his friend

Which came as a surprise

I spoke into his eyes

I thought you died alone

A long time ago

Could It have been me?

I have never lost control

Being face to face,

With the man who sold the world

I laughed and shook his hand,

I made my way back home,

I searched for form and land,

Years and years I roamed,

I gazed a gazely stare

We walked a million hills

I must have died alone,

A long, long time ago