The dreaming man
To step into the path
Where the days are grains of sand
Taught not to dream
Beyond reality
And now your pain will find you home
The foreign man
Who doesn't understand
The fight for opportunity
A different land
Where the callused hand
Would bleed to feed his family
To hand it down
From the father's crown
You will carry on my legacy
The mentality
Of a bastard man
Where your son turns to machine
Now he's numb of all desires
Living day to day, drift away
He doesn't know of pain
All passions lost their fire
Nullified, petrified
To rise for the machine...