Alone in my travels, I have seen each end of the road.
Long distance traveled, found no place to go.
I’ve seen people stand in line to find an escape.
Themselves they are fooling, no escape unless you pay.
With your life, long lived, embraced, what a waste.
I want to grow very old, want to tell the people what I know.
I want to close my black eyes, then I can see clearly.
I have learned from experiment, wild eyes and flaming skin.
Wound appearing from the unknown, when did I come, when did I go?
From your life, long lived, embraced, what a waste.
A fiend for the battle, I have settled within myself.
At peace in the shadows, a past put on the shelf.
Glory feeds the wicked.
I have not lost who I am.
I have grown more protective of the mission I once planned.
I have grown very old.
I want to tell them what I know.
I want to close my black eyes, then I can see clearly.
I’ve seen people standing in line to find an escape.
Themselves they are fooling, no escape unless you pay.
With your life, long lived, embraced, what a waste.
A fiend for the battle, I have settled within myself.
At peace in the shadows, a past put on the shelf.
Glory feeds the wicked.
I have not lost who I am.
I have grown more protective, of the mission I once planned.
Glory.