How many roads are there to walk? How many stories to tell? We are a predatory race Ready to kill for a sign of weakness I am a man with too little to give Alone against the world Where no one cares about the truth anymore... When these feelings come alive Purity in sorrow We're going nowhere fast The contradictions last If I could just see behind the mire This is the dawn of final days An open grave If I could turn back time If I could explain If I could take the road I see Further away... How many songs must be unsung? How many tears to cry? We are a race of ingrates Clutching at straws at end of our days I know the meek shall inherit nothing There's no heaven above Walk away from the world of pain and sorrow