Am I going to leave this place?
What is it I'm running from?
Is there nothing more to come?
Is it always black in space?
Am I going to take its place?
Am I going to leave this race?
I guess God's up in this place?
What is it that I've become?
Is there something more to come?
(More to come..)
Now I see the times they change
Leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
Where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
All alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
I have lived the best I can...