When a man’s word is all he has
And the determination in his eyes burns bright
Stand aside or fall behind, in step with the city of orphans
Inhabiting the mind of the man left for dead on the side of the road
Don’t stand between a man with nothing to lose and something to prove
So we choose the words that were left buried in the dirt
The spirit burns with a desire to be known
Decimation, devastation come from this man’s mouth
With bloody teeth and few words left to choke
Set a fire to the past, rise up and hear what’s spoken
How can a man burn with so much fire shut up in his bones
Without coming undone by the rising sun
Decimation, damnation form what lies underneath the words caught up in his throat
This man has no home, a harbinger of the lost
Just breathe
Words screamed will fade
In the heat of the day