What am I, a man you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you spoken with God? I have
and he says he's ashamed.
What have I become, what have I done.
What am I, a man you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you spoken with the Devil? I have
and he swears he's not to blame and I
understood cuz I feel the same.
You come at me with arms wide open
but I stand alone.
We're no heroes, and we're not made of stone.
Right or wrong I can hardly tell.
What am I, brave you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you heard from God? I have
and he sounds just like me.
"What have I done, and who have I become".
What am I, normal you may say
but you don't know me.
Have you seen the Devil? I have
and he looked a lot like me. (turns away)
I'm not defending our downward decending
that's falling further and further away,
Getting closer everyday.
You come at me with arms wide open
but I'm not their anymore.
Their is no heroes, and no one is made
out of stone.
Their is no more wright or wrong that
I can honestly say.
I'm on the wrong side of Heaven and
the righteous side, the righteous side
of Hell.
So what am I now that you
know me ?
I'm dead.