Man With No Country

PICTURE AN ENDING BEFORE IT'S BEGUN THE ART OF FORGIVENESS IS NOT WHAT WE'RE TAUGHT REEK OF THE HAVOC ALREADY MADE THE CRADLE WAS DAMAGED, DUG BY THE GRAVE WHERE YOU LIE IN THE SIN, FOR MORTAL'S THE SOUL FORGIVE ME THIS FATHER BEFORE I GO COLD FROM BURDEN OF GRIEF AND ALL I REGRET SPARE ME THE CONSCIENCE BEFORE I FORGET FOR ONCE IN THIS LIFE I BETTER DO SOMETHING RIGHT BUT I'M CAUGHT IN A WORLD THAT WON'T STOP BURNINTHAT WON'T STOP BURNIN JUMP THROUGH THE ARMS WITH A MINDLESS DESIRE HAND IN YOUR POCKET, BURNT BY THE FIRE COLD AS THE STONE YOU THREW AT THE WALL BLOOD NEVER BOILS TILL THE PRESSURE IS HIGH WITH DESPISE OF THE FEAR THAT FESTERS THE GROWTH THE TRUTH ALWAYS BECKONS DON'T LOSE WHAT YOU STOLE