Labors of commitment Blood of his arms A growing sense of duty But in his song he's screaming out Insuficient - he just falls further behind Principles, purpose, tradition, time Weigh heavy on this guilty mind Wits astray Blind in rage, awar he'll wage on grieving Another no one hanging from the ceiling Because only the extreme makes an impression When drowning in the mainstream One at the mercy of another's faith finally answers to no one in his fall from grace They say they love him but how could they ever Miles above him they ask for repent It doesn't matter what you want from me Don't think there's worth in my apology Because people never really change You and I will always be the same and it's a problem that we can't mend because it happened once it will happen again Because they plant their seeds of condition until we have no choice, we lose conviction wits astray Blind in rage a war he'll wage on grieving Another no one blows his head off Because only the extreme makes an impression when drowning in the mainstream no one