The dead will roam
While their lonely graves remain
And the setting of the sun
Marks the start of the end of everything
(one last time)
Everything (it’s coming undone)
The hero’s back to save the day

But the day’s already lost
And tomorrow’s another lost cause
Happiness is a warm gun
And faithlessness is a setting…

And he breaks through like hell
Like a mirage
Made of sand, and sweat, and blood, and tears, and…

(The dead may roam)
But only at the merciful hands of the living
(The sun may set)
But only when the days dirty deeds are done
(The rabble will rise up)
But through their misgivings, they will fall

Can you feel your back bend? (I’ve got nothing left to give…)
Can you feel your knees break? (but my sense of recklessness and danger, I’ve atoned)
Can you feel your eyes burn? (for something I never meant to lose)
Can you feel your head shake? (so I apologize for the aching in my bones)

And it came from the farthest reaches
A feeling I could not ignore, this sense
Of recklessness and danger, I’ve atoned
For the aching in my bones, I have atoned
Cause I’m no longer alone
The killing makes so much sense to me this time
This time there’ll be nothing, nothing but you and I
And I'm taking me home to relive once again