Don't wait in the crowd, you will only fall down
Trampled
Under soles, made of gold, truth unfolds
Five years untold
The mark still remains
Such fashions in place, removing your face
Would be a good start
Forget your heart, as you take part
Now we can begin
Subconscious is screaming out
Another year, we'll shut it down
Now you're leading the crowd
So sickly and proud
Full of emptiness
The badge you wear, salutes the carelessness
But wait, unsure, an itch, now a sore
What can this be
The weight, unbearable
This part, so familiar
What can this, what can this be
Saying to me, all that I see
It's faded, degraded
A mark profound, rests on my brow
The print of gold as it did scold
It branded me and left me cold
All of those fateful years ago
I remember my place
I remember my soul
I'll flee from the crowd
Yes, I'll fly out of town
Back to the past
I'll dig him up, because, because
Oh to be who I once was