A stab in the back with a fearless knife With no regard to an innocent life Ruthlessly killing, what terrible fun Now that you're falling, with nowhere to run
Back to the one who you fear is dead The nightmare returns, so it's sliced through your head Warmly embraced you will soon go away The blood-soaked heads and the destitute say, say
Back to one You're falling, you're falling to your death down below You're dying it's pain no one will ever know You're crawling toward the goodness of the light You're crying out after those who may stop this fight
