You changed the world, but you're trapped in a room
They still say your name, but you don't want the fane
You've changed the world, but you paid a high price
Was it all for the best, or would you rather forget
Don't you know you've exchanged, your freedom for a cage
Your life for a grave
The giants of their time
The shot from a gun, brought them down in their prine
They fell from grace, Solace in drink, their glory replaced
What should we do when the air runs out?
When this ship spins out
When this life runs out
10 minutes more and the air will run out
This craft will fall into the sun
My chance of returning is none, none, none
I'm done
But why should I come back at all?
And what's more
Who would respond to this call?