I have fought the fight, I have seen the light. My only desire is to walk out alive. I have been thrown and dragged across the room, I have no strength, I accept my doom.
I lost count of the sacrifices made, In the grave of broken dreams, I have laid. I look up and see them laughing, They know how it ends, a life with no meaning.
"This is your place" says the voice in me, But when I look around it's darkness that I see. How can anyone live here? How can they survive? It's been a long time since I took the dive.
Is it fire or man, that destroys the world? If it's fire, why do I feel so cold? Who knows the answer, I wonder. If it's man, will he confess and surrender?