For the greater good he cast himself
Like a book between books on the shelf
Not once a single page is shown
For the greater good kept it on his own

For the greater good he lived in lies
To imprison the truth haunting inside
Crippled by the paddles of cruel reality
For the greater good, blenching identity

Now at the tip of end, oh child of lost
Tired of living in a life that is close
For the greater good, stripped from the flesh
For the greater good, for the greater good