We live a tale to be told
Nine, of us
Trying to be bold
I walk in the valley of the shadows
Running from the past
Because nine is fine, but I am the last
One, me
Trying to survive
Never changing tricks, just trying to fix
the wrongs which were never right
It's hard to face reality,
But the time is coming fast;
The tricks I play,
the way I live today,
just will not last