Now I see the times they change
leaving doesn't seems so strange
I am hoping I can find
where to leave my hurt behind
All this shit I seem to take
all alone I seem to break
I have lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?

Am I going to leave this place?
What is it I'm running from?
is there nothing more to come?
Is it always black in space?
Am I going to take it's place?
Am I going to leave this race?
I guess god's up in this place?
what is it that I've become?
is there something more to come? (more to come)