How many helping hands I've lost the count How many indecipherable voices Oh, I can hear them now In search of answers For questions that shouldn't be I should have accepted less Lightening the load on me In this journey of no return That I have imposed on myself Journey through the depths of my being Wandering through endless mazes A tragedy by nature And that was not on my plan Living behind the shadow Of what was once a great man Weakness and loneliness Are hugging me so tightly Death before beginning to live Sigh of freedom, yeah In this journey of no return That I have imposed on myself Journey through the depths of my being Wandering and wandering Through the endless me And so, I wash my hands And this is the day And so, I wash my hands of it And I won't be afraid I won't be afraid I won't be afraid