If you come out and step back to look inside
You will see madness, that breaks apart and divides
The hurt is thick, it kills the air and I can't breath
I want to run I want to fight I can't believe

In fear

A tray of lust among the poor we should fight back
I am too smalland you too frail stabbed in the neck
Deceiver ghost will be the name upon the wall
I saw you climb I'm waiting here for you to fall

And on my table there's no bread
There's no more wine
I need to run, no time to sleep the last in line
The golden castle where all my hurt
Goes down in cry
Reveals the pain, the one that's shared for you and I
In fear
Poor will be poor, dead will be dead, and I'll live again