Facing toward the harsh wind blowing Of dreams growing in my youth The rich and poor of masses telling Seek for security Gather treasure and store away This will bring you joy and peace But like the grass that withers daily Moths and rust pursue like thieves
Review your choice and the path you follow For the kings of the earth will see They'll seek your pride and your will to comply Send you to war for their precious greed
So you hunger for a different way Your ears have heard of this curious life In this venture death waits in the shaddows But in survival the volume won't die
Many choose but few are chosen Slice through dark and patterns of light The calling voice rings ever clear A curious volume sustains and revives
So you hunger for a different way Your ears have heard of the curious life In this venture death waits in the shadows But in survival the volume won't die The volume won't die, Yeah!