Took these hands away
Just to rest for the writings of today
I walk alone, holding price on fate
Singled out as lost, they'd say

As trials are forgotten
Their crimes fall short to pay
Our captain is now waking
And never fails to say

That a poor man's poison
Could be anything that you love
When all that you know is more than you need
Some better off are alone

If you failed before to rise
Would you stand again and fight?
Or cower down, losing everything
Your brothers know you to love

As trials are forgotten
Their crimes fall short to pay
Our captain is now waking
And never fails to say

That a poor man's poison
Could be anything that you love
When all that you know is more than you need
Some better off are alone

That a poor man's poison
Could be anything that you love
When all that you know is more than you need
Some better off are alone
Some better off are alone