Victim of phoney beliefs Marked like a stain on my sleeve Desolate mind, hold no heart inside It's in the air that I breathe Should fantasy be my bane I'll carry my cross, show no pain I feel the cold where I stand I heed their frowns and the pain inside Lost all my pride I won't speak at all, I embrace the fall I'm cast aside Still dues to pay I won't hear you call, I embrace the fall I'm cast away If nothing else is my fate I'll carry my cross, show no hate Won't fall to fright or the world outside Won't start again, clear the slate