You let them bring you down
And scoff at your beliefs
With blood on their hands
YOU'VE BECOME ONE OF THE HERD
ONE OF THE FLOCK
ONE OF THE MANY
In a sea of troubles,
You should've been a light house in the dark
But you've turned your BACK
You turned your back on yourself and all you used to be The worst part is that now you think that you are free
Free from remorse
Free from the guilt
Free from the truths on which your foundations were built
You've been conquered and defeated
You're old beliefs have been depleted
There's nothing left but your memory
Your life set sail and got lost at sea
The waves must have taken you
But I still wait for you at port