I see ten thousand people crying through the night
you don’t even realize, what it’s like
to be the one who’s always left behind –
can you see?
As we walk through the desert a red sun burns from the sky
you cannot see what’s inside
will this be the end of our lives or will it just – begin
As we crawl, through the madness
and the homeless people they disturb your mind
would you ever, even realize
what you’ve left behind, when you left me
And after the smoke has cleared you can see
the things that will all go down in history
dead cities and the burning skies –
is this the price?