[WHAT ON EARTH AM I HERE FOR?]       What on Earth am I here for?   Trapped in this piercing circumstance   With no sign of hope to pull through    A nation full of parasites.      And you don't know how much I hate this place    With countless sad stories of failed survivals.   Every step is a miracle,    I can't exist for no reason.      Where there is a faith, there is a way    It is my own test of guts and brain    Finding out how, in plan for my escape    Leaving this place as far as I could get.      [THE HABIT OF FIRE]       I have let myself float away.   My mind drifts out from my head.    To look behind all these closed doors    Something seemingly unreachable.      As I manage to move out silently    From the community of hypocrites    My plan for escape is getting stronger    I should not belong here anymore.      They have failed to spot me    Refused to join me    They will never see me    No way to stop me    Reaching out for another day    Marching on, pass without a sound    Time has come to approach an ideal state    Where passion will finally get its proper place.      Taking one good chance worth dying for,    never turn around    Fire is within me, I shall overcome    But it has never been an easy way.    Each step I take requires a mature plan    And a bit of faith.      [SUBTERRANEAN PASSAGEWAYS - Instrumental]      [A ROAD ABOVE, A ROAD AHEAD]       Appended pathways.   You never know their end,    so we make one speculating choice.      A route to somewhere    I left my past behind,    to greet a hazy form of future,    taking a step as I walk.      Trip of significance.   They took 40 years to freedom,    I wonder when I will get mine?      A faith so clear now    Either use it, waive it or leave it,    yet we all know we always need it.   Hurting my knees as I crawl.       [FINDING A WAY TO STAND UP AGAIN]      A road above, a road ahead    And I shall never stop believing    in such a mode to recuperate.   Future is given, but the choice is mine,    to find a way to stand up again.