| Labors of commitment | |
| Blood of his arms | |
| A growing sense of duty | |
| But in his song he's screaming out | |
| Insuficient - he just falls furtherbehind | |
| Principles, purpose, tradition, time | |
| Weigh heavy on this guiltymind | |
| Wits astray | |
| Blind in rage, awar he'll wage on grieving | |
| Another no one hanging from the ceiling | |
| Because only the extrememakes an impression | |
| When drowning in the mainstream | |
| One at the mercy of another's faith finally answers to no one in hisfallfrom grace | |
| They say they love him but how could they ever | |
| Miles above him they ask for repent | |
| It doesn't matter what you wantfrom me | |
| Don't think there's worth in my apology | |
| Because people never reallychange | |
| You and I will always be the same and it's a problem that we can'tmend becauseit happened once it will happen again | |
| Because they plant their seedsof conditionuntil we have no choice, we lose conviction wits astray | |
| Blind in ragea war he'llwage on grieving | |
| Another no one blows his head off | |
| Because only theextrememakes an impression when drowning in the mainstream no one |