Nothing now
Childhood's end
Raised from these ashes
To be torn down again
But why?
Why are you out on the other side?
The grass is greener, was that not a lie?
Children of men have kept it that way
Bones decay and skin rots away
How?
How could you treat me like I was nothing?
I've never really thought that I was alive
How could you treat me like I was nothing?