They rise with the edge of the sun, To live a life that's not theirs, Running against father time, Only to see him die Their souls they burn in the flames of conformity
In emptiness they smile with grin of the failed, Just not to cry the tears of decay In secret they share the joy for their demise, Knowing no better, slowly they die Prisoners of their own betrayal
A dream of victory they dreamed once, But now they run not remembering why Meaningless and tired they look away Wondering, maybe, where they lost their way
Aged eyes, now look forward to what never will be Soar hands, pain reminding past pain Burned mind, never to understand Lost soul, in failure they die
Prisoners of their own betrayal
A dream of victory they dreamed once, But now they run not remembering why Meaningless and tired they look away Wondering, maybe, where they lost their way