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 burnin'

That 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

For once in this life

I better do something right

Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken

I'll challenge the flames

Till this man with no country remains

Still caught in a world that won't stop burnin'

Right or wrong, this is where I belong

I've always belonged

If the truth be known, there's no place left to go

No place I can go

But there is a light

There's still a spark

There is no place in this room for the dark

So scatter the bones that's left of the old

For dust only settles when bored

Settles when bored

For once in this life

I better do something right

Don't bury the voice that's not yet spoken

I'll challenge the flames

Till this man with no country remains

Still caught in a world that won't stop burnin'

Won't stop burnin'

Won't stop burnin'