There's nothing that hurts more
than your purpose taken away
you're struckin by your last chance
but even with your head held high there's nothing you can say.

Their minds were made up
it's already too late
I've cut off my limbs
I'm not sure
how much more
this knott can take
how it can last?
it's the same knott from before
a different path from my past.

I don't know where I'm going
but I pray somebody hears me
either way I'll regret my decision
while thirsty and spinning
though the sorry truth
was worth knowing
since the very beginning.

So take my son
and both of our lives
take away his world
and my pride too
break me down
so I learn to fly
I just hope I'm not cursed
like the Moon.

I look far
and I reflect
"there's nothing I don't know"
I stand beside myself screaming
at the one they all think they know
I hate that...