Man With No Country

Picture an ending before its 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 is 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 burning Won't stop burning Jump through the arms with a mindless desire Hand in your pocket burnt by the fire Cold as the stone you threw a 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 burning 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 burning Won't stop burning Won't stop burning