Man With No Country

Picture an ending before it’s begun
The art of forgiveness is not what we’re thought.
Reek of the havoc already made
The cradle was damage, 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’

Jump through the arms with a mindless desire
Hand in your pocket, burnt by the fire.
Cold as a 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 loose 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’s 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.
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’.