Labors of commitment Blood of his arms A growing sense of duty

But in his song he's screaming out Insuficient - he just falls further

behind Principles, purpose, tradition, time Weigh heavy on this guilty

mind Wits astray Blind in rage, awar he'll wage on grieving

Another no one hanging from the ceiling Because only the extreme

makes an impression When drowning in the mainstream

One at the mercy of another's faith finally answers to no one in his

fall

from grace They say they love him but how could they ever

Miles above him they ask for repent It doesn't matter what you want

from me

Don't think there's worth in my apology Because people never really

change

You and I will always be the same and it's a problem that we can't

mend because

it happened once it will happen again Because they plant their seeds

of condition

until we have no choice, we lose conviction wits astray Blind in rage

a war he'll

wage on grieving Another no one blows his head off Because only the

extreme

makes an impression when drowning in the mainstream no one