Passing Alone against these messages Softly My doubts drown in tide of fears Lonely I can’t find the way and go on Fatefully I try overcome my will Sadly Just wasting my sanity Finally I don’t know how can I be strong I was born feeling alone In a world I always felt that was wrong It was me against ancient rules They carved in stone If people are good just because They fear punishment and claim a reward They are sheep who can’t think by themselves And obey their fears I don’t know when these thoughts have begun And can’t tell what is right from wrong But my selfless creeds always tell me to Stay true I don’t care if my grief wins again (I don’t care) If my faith is so selfish after all (After all) Like a shooting star all these old creeds they come and go As a tyrant I sit on my throne (As a tyrant) On a throne made by flesh, stones and bones (On a throne) And I hope I won’t lose myself this way so long Crashing Something I always believed in A fabricated righteousness Ancient rules set on stone Feeling I don’t belong in this tragedy I’ll free myself from this sorrow And I’ll spread my wings far away I don’t know when these thoughts have begun And can’t tell what is right from wrong But my selfless creeds always tell me to Stay true