This body lives, but the soul is rotten
The memories are meaningless, but not forgotten
I know who you are but you know not who I am
I can take no more, I'll escape if I can
Don't look for me, don't even cry
I can't want to be sorry, to wish is to lie
The rut is a toil, to love is a chore
Stop trying to give this life back to me.
It isn't mine anymore.
The top of the world, that's where he stood
A rising star like no one else could
Mender of flesh and mancer of tech
... the one who set fires, watching the wreck
Destruction his hobby, manipulation his art
Like the night sky, dark was his heart
Fools made of peers, examples made of foes
He watched them all dance as his grin rose
The star saw fit to make playthings of all
The brighter its flame, the greater its fall
This fear consumes you, boils your brain
Curling in the corner, your bright face in pain
No home to run, no place to cry
Too scared to live, too afraid to die
Your life now over before it started
No place in the shop for the soft-hearted
This plasma fills your blood, it makes you blind
Show this world what it showed you in kind.