Young
Old
Strong
Oh, so often told
Stay out of trouble
Out of the rubble
of our history.

No one rebels
Until it's too late, everyone lays still
Upon the altar, now

Blood dripping
The marble's sipping
It stains
Representing the failure of this time, in that place...

Hold tight, they say
It'll be alright
But it's nothing
Nothing but lies

I was the one who listened to the satan in the pit
Who wanted to change all of it
The one who rebelled for the better good
Because I was so misunderstood

Now look at me
Watching the marble drink in the iron
Watching the stains of yesterday, not for tomorrow

Young
Old
Strong
Oh, so often told
Stay out of trouble
Out of the rubble
of our history...