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