As we run, day after day
In our wonderful wheel,
Our emotions are just like clay.
We don't know how to feel.
We go in circles, forevermore,
We think we're moving forward,
But life to me is such a bore,
Always going wayward.

Always running
To the wall,
To a cunning,
Child's call.
We have the dreams
We have the mind
But easy it seems,
To get behind.

When all the world's turning,
We turn and hide.
And my world's burning,
Despite things I tried.
And all the world for me has died
The gates of hell are opened wide.
They beckon me
They have my lust
They show me glee,
They have my trust

They have not my soul,
And have not my life.
I'm still in control
I hold out the knife.

With a clatter,
It hits the floor
Nothing's the matter
Doesn't bother anymore
I ward of the pain
And climb in my shame
Up from the shallows
And out of the gallows.
To take by the hair
My grueling despair
And hold it up high
And let out a cry

"No more, no more,
Controlled by hate.
No more, no more!
By hells steel gate!"
I will rise from my ashes,
A life anew
But never in my life
Will I forget about you.