I'm one of them, I walk among these walls
I hunt, I stalk, around me falls
A crowd, the street I call my own,
I'm done, I run into the unknown
I thought these men were full of it
But now I've tried to consider this
They're all just slaves of yesterday
I'm torn apart, bent and broken, Laid to rest in this dark ocean
Been hunted and bruised, Scarred and abused
I could sit here all day, but I'd be waiting in vain
Its gone over my head and now I'm numb to the pain
Was it me in the beginning?
Will I see the end?