I stand above the smoking ruins
I can pick up the pieces again

I won't pretend there is no end
To what we learn from spite
Avoiding the hurdles throughout all the wreckage
Desolate world all that's left
And trying to hide all the scars that come
Along with the mission

I stand above the smoking ruins
I can pick up the pieces again

I'm afraid that mercy will soon turn to vengeance
Left there forsaken
And when you're walking alone there where shadows fall
I will come for you then

I stand above the smoking ruins
I can pick up the pieces again

We all wander
With our heavy hearts disguised
As a monster, the most fragile kind
Afraid to close our eyes
Oh, am I broken?
Oh, have I sunk so deep inside?
Like falling backwards into empty space
And out the other side

I stand above the smoking ruins
I can pick up the pieces again