At first I heard their thoughts
And I’ve seen all their walls fall,
Just a step beyond and the will be gone

Without any shame
In this wicked game
They’re crashing against the walls
And day after day
Of struggle and pain
They came where it was my home

Wide awake,
in the wasted town,
searching for a sense in what I’m seeing all around

Cause I understand
But I’m still so petryfied
Looking at the show that I never asked for

The ruins of rust,
The wreck and the dust,
Can’t help me to carry on
The tears of my cryin’ can leave this battelfield soaked

Wide awake,
in the wasted town,
searching for a sense in what I’m seeing all around

Far away
From the timeless grace
Looking for a trace of what has gone and who has faith