Avantasia, Michael Kiske - The Inmost Light

You enter the play Heeding the call Like a baby you stain You lept and you crawl Rock the cradle, bound to sway You burn up the void Hedonic and free Against all the odds 'til the odds will agree You cry for the moon, an easy prey Wrap over fingers in your pie Trying to stir you inside When they give you hell Will you bid farewell to yourself And lose your mind? Walk onto the scene Trying to choke your only dream Shining out the inmost light Tailored to needs you've got to obey Painting horizons and skies on blockades Affecting gravity To the senseful you seem to be making no sense Well, it doesn't seem senseful yet it feels so intense and immense In our crazy little dream Now who's out of whose mind? When they give you hell Will you bid farewell to yourself And lose your mind? Walk onto the scene Trying to choke your only dream Shining out the inmost light When they give you hell Will you bid farewell? (When they) Give you hell Will you bid farewell to yourself And lose your mind? Walk onto the scene Trying to choke your only dream Shining out the inmost light