Today I walk with very even steps
Yet, I'm breathing all too deep
I could turn around still, go back home
But that would be giving up
What if I carried my own weight today
So I was thinking
And would God truly strike them down, when someone here gives you a kick in the head?
And who really would listen, When all nights are spent crying for sleep?
Just hit me once more, I'll stay quiet, keep quiet
The Lord of the Flies is facing me, piercing through my head
Now fifteen years later
Here to this grim concrete yard I have returned
The clock is still, like it was still back when idiocy had its hold here
But I am the person who survived
Even that
And would God truly strike them down, those who rule with fear?
Would someone really listen, and who's to break this cycle?
For the last time I lie on the ground, put up my fists
The Lord of the Flies falls apart, I take a step up
And would God truly strike them down, those who rule with fear?
Would someone really listen, when all nights are spent crying for sleep?
For the last time I lie on the ground, put up my fists
The Lord of the Flies falls apart, I take a step up
I'm getting up
I'm getting up
I'm getting up