As i stumble and moan in my cage of flesh and bone rays of light make their way to the window I quenched my thirst, locked the door, found the place where i belong I just hope for enough information to wipe away my fear, to make the lines disappear Petty little shards of life... we'll be leaving in a minute Tyrant, wave your metal hands to command us 'till we're rendered powerless As i go through my box of old memories and hopes there are tales that still need explanation I turned the knife in the wound in the hope of learning more; oh i long for enough information to wipe away my fear, to make the lines disappear Petty little shards of life... we'll be leaving in a minute Tyrant, wave your metal hands to degrade us and command us Cannot leave the past behind, it restrains us andconstrains us I don't have the strength to climb • i don't know how to let go, but i will learn.