The world's your oyster they all say
The hourglass, it starts today
So what are you going to do?
Surrender to a vengeful god
Pretend you're not so deeply flawed
The world, it spins for you
All my fathers shaped by fortune
Caught in someones war
I should have known that putrid stench
And died inside a trench
I'm free but nothing more
The world's your oyster they all say
But if you're learning not to pray
Then where are you going to go?
Pick a flag and hold it high
Dissolve into a battle cry
And now you've found a home
Name my general, name my prophet
Lead me to the door
Trackless is the train
Empty is the pain
I'm free but nothing more