The story of you
Undersold living proof
A man truly dies before the grave
The glory and truth overreach black and blue
From the daily demands
I'm a fool
Blood red, you said
Everything I had to hear
Pull the skin back and grin
Deaf ears split tongue
Keep your eyes down and run
So long! Fair enough!
You found a way to kill the plan!
Whoa! Things were looking up!
But the bastards, here they come again!
(They come again, they come again!)
A life line abused, cut the cord, what's the use?
Calling on your faith
That you lost inside your crowded head and hid away
Yeah, I'm the fool!
You throw yourself in line again
You're taking my dreams right out of my hands
And that's the smile of a guilty man
And the darkest clouds will roll away