And what will they say when you're gone?
That you conquered?
That you burned like a rocket
from the womb to the world...
and you ran with the colors
and your flags unfurled...
and you ignited everything
like a gasoline rain?

Will they say you were insane
while the life is drained?

And all of us go down slow
and then we rise again.
Just like a tide out at sea,
we lower and rise again...

And the days go by,
and the nights all feel the same.
And the beast in your eyes
slowly becomes tame and dim...

Tame and dim.