| Vicious cycle of life... I find that I kill myself every time I look away from you | |
| But I often gaze another moment. Incited scars reopen, | |
| Bleeding again, and they're bleeding at my request | |
| Freely given, and we choose the choice to lose (now we know) | |
| As these scars are screaming at me - just why we've chosen poorly. | |
| Could it be our chance to see why we believe that we need you instead of following numbly? | |
| Ride on, ride strong, soldier, march to the dictated beat. | |
| Have you ever known how victory feels unless you have felt defeat? | |
| Don't want the pain of free will stolen and mindless mechanical will chosen | |
| Cherish the loss - there is no concept of gain without cost. | |
| I fall, and I fall freely. Incited scars are bleeding and now I believe. I freely believe. | |
| When I hit the ground and bloody palms I raise, | |
| The arms that pick me up convince me there's no better place. |