How many roads are there to walk?

How many stories to tell?

We are a predatory race

Ready to kill for a sign of weakness

I am a man with too little to give

Alone against the world

Where no one cares about the truth anymore:

When these feelings come alive

Purity in sorrow

We're going nowhere fast

The contradictions last

If I could just see behind the mire

This is the dawn of final days

An open grave

If I could turn back time

If I could explain

If I could take the road I see

Further away:

How many songs must be unsung?

How many tears to cry?

We are a race of ingrates

Clutching at straws at end of our days

I know the meek shall inherit nothing

There's no heaven above

Walk away from the world of pain and sorrow