When you live your life uptight, untrusted
and they're blind from
There's a question mark in the place of a spark
That
Here we stand before the call accused of fire
it's too
Past regrets and future fear
Turns a boy into a man
If I was the king of all the rotten
stealing filth
Far from reach
how the serpents preach
life is a sin when
Lost in a dream high and wide
whatever price to keep
Invalid at last
Smothers the working class
Nihilist to be
turns the scrape
When I was young some fool told me
live and learn
Torn from within, disciples til the end
wasting time is how