I leave you on the way, I have to go
You have to stay. And so I walk away
I did not want it this way.
But he who understands must makes his plans
And stand alone when faced with all the proof
The living truth, how else to go?
Inside what do you find, will it be pain?
Will it be cold shame?
But know: There is a day, there is a way
You can come home. So on and on I stay
I'll try to hold on for that day.

Be still my sleeping slave
It's time to wake up from the grave