Passion in the soul roars to fight out.
Thoughts disastrous and its a black out.

Played by the rules to be a part
Waste, the energy 'n drained, the heart

Fingers rise to isolate
and demons gather to desolate

My land is left high and dry
with not a human left to cry

The marooned soul is free to fly,
abandon the world and climb the high

Revive now, to a raw life
uninhibited and ready for a strife

Nothing to lean on, its a rebirth
and gather the dreams, buried under the earth