Be with me in this moment I cannot erase. Pale memories they fuel escape just to justify my rank. Have heart, have heart. You were never deserving.
What difference does it make if free thinkers are laid to waste? Reflections of the past will be unborn unto no man.
These pages have turned away, I'll keep letting the verses rip through my head.
Oh, these verses they're ripping through my head.
Exiled by the heart that they gave us, just to be kept around to make ends meet. Such horror was spent beyond our pay grade free thinkers now lay in an open grave.
Oh, death. Where is your sting? Kept at bay by freedoms decree, but in the end all you'll see in sight, that you won't be leaving here tonight.