They rise with the edge of the sun,
 To live a life that's not theirs,
 Running against father time,
 Only to see him die
 Their souls they burn in the flames of conformity

 In emptiness they smile with grin of the failed,
 Just not to cry the tears of decay
 In secret they share the joy for their demise,
 Knowing no better, slowly they die
 Prisoners of their own betrayal

 A dream of victory they dreamed once,
 But now they run not remembering why
 Wondering, maybe, where they lost their way

 Aged eyes, now look forward to what never will be
 Soar hands, pain reminding past pain
 Burned mind, never to understand
 Lost soul, in failure they die

 Prisoners of their own betrayal

 A dream of victory they dreamed once,
 But now they run not remembering why
 Meaningless and tired they look away
 Wondering, maybe, where they lost their way

 Prisoners where they lost their way