Shatter Break myself again while I crush the dream within, And I'll die and walk away into the fire-ridden night. Kill the understood and find the backlash of the good, And tell me that I'm wrong when I say avarice is might. You say that I'm the victor, place this crown upon my head, But rest is to the weary just as life is to the dead. Lucky goners, lucky corpses, lying safely in the lime. I'll run my course forever and I'll see them in due time. Lend your ear, for you shall hear why you can't steer a life so clear. Release my hand, and watch me stand, though you have planned to purge this land Of anything and everything I would, have could, have should ever been. I could have simply stayed But I knew that I would die. But now I don't know why...