The misfit's role is now your fate, 
You're out of time, you're always late;
The road you walk ends in the grave,
And nothing's gonna heal you, babe.

Today is gone, tomorrow's near;
All that remains is endless fear,
And you admit that it's so real
Like every texture you can feel.

Your sun sinks deep into the cave;
The moon is rising, time for the brave.
Another game, another play,
Another name, but you're the same.

You chase what you can never find;
You search for home, but you are blind.
Your heart will beat a million times
Before time closes your dry eyes.

And then at last you'll see the light;
A blaze so fierce, so blinding bright;
And you will whisper: "It's my life."
Here come the days of pure delight.