When the Fire Dies

Gone astray, ran with the wind,
Never coming to an end.
Never rust, name a city after us.

Where the fire never dies.
Concern in our mother's eyes.
Talked nights away, roamed the dark and cursed the day.

There's only one thing certain.
That there is a grave for me somewhere.
But I feel indifferent, pleasantly unaware.

I'll be a prisoner's name on a
dungeon wall, keepsake of a grace to fall.
And no matter how we have begun, beautiful nothings we become.
When the shackles ache no more, victims of the axe to fall.
There's a day when we all are giving in.
When the trivial life leaves me...
Defeated. Defeated.

When the fear of the sickness
When the fear of the sickness
When the fear of the sickness
Ends with the sickness.

Worn are the shoes that broke your stride.
Caught between could-have-beens in the web of mediocrity.

Gone, like a thief into the night.
Fall asleep. Dreams stay dreams and all goes away.

I'll be a prisoner's name on a
dungeon wall, keepsake of a grace to fall.
And no matter how we have begun, beautiful nothings we become.
When the shackles ache no more, victims of the axe to fall.
There's a day when we all are giving in.
When the trivial life leaves me...
Defeated. Defeated.

A solid job, a caring wife. Defeated. Defeated.
Got mouths to feed, the common life. Defeated. Defeated.

Your body no more faces fire.
What you once were, you have ceased to be
When your aspirations died.
Another casualty of society.

There must be more to life
Than the prescribed design. No.
Don't wanna fall asleep
When it's getting hard to breathe.

When the fire dies.