The fewer people, the tired people 
Fire burns inside their broken shells 
It leaves some heat to warm the world 
Tries to do a favour for us all 
It crashes down while we crash out 
Desperate for a way to climb back up 

There`s no change likely 
There`s no change likely 
For the place they all think they come from 
Wondering who their people are 
Looking for a place to call their home 
Forgotten heroes, some guilty heroes 
Did their loved ones feel a little pride 
In all the stories they were told 
Did they feel the pain that ripped inside.