Look into a face of ademon

That changes from day to day

Nothing's as pure as good

Except your will to stay

Hear your voice, standing before you

Just a child inside a man,

With a better view



Can't remmeber but my name

Brave new world a prison cell

So confused, doin' alle the same

Promised land has turned hell



Some war their bruises on their skin

Others hide their scars deep within



Through all these years when you slow down

Sometimes you need to walk alone

Looking for something you call home!