Victim of reality, suddenly he starts to see
The way the world revolving doesn't even blink an eye
And though he doesn't break his stride, secretly he hides his mind
The fog around his glasses makes a damn familiar sight
Embracing the chills of the cold, the rush of never feeling old
Wishing the myth of free will was more than just a dream
And running now, his pace is fast, not looking back, he hates his past
He's running from the gunshot wounds, he's running from the guilt
I always try to live each day,
But the emptiness does not fade away
I never want to ever feel as ruined as my memories
Such a victim of humanity, not to question what sees
The child in the photograph so young and so naive
And in the mirror, greying hair, the truth that's much too hard to bear
But still the words that echo dream to fall on his deaf ears
But what else could he hope to know?
So tell me, do you believe it, tell me you've seen it, tell me whatever you want
But don't you deny it, though you have tried it, slipping away now is tough
And when you're away, and killing the day, remember to ask yourself, son,
Do you fight for our future, or do you fight for yourself?