The man, cramped up he feels Knees touch his ears Fingers fiercely pull his hair back His eyes are dead wide open Reveal the lands Deserted waste, waiting to see So many things we still have to decide While the man still is wondering why He shouldn't care where to run, go to At the edge of the cliff When he tried For him to decide He found his way, walked straight to decay So his mind The anger inside Working together, which must be defied The man rocks back and forth Using his temper Shoulders pull his spine through his neck He's got a pronounced temper A skill used well But now it is, it's striking back He found his way He found his way He found your way