We can't keep something aliventhat has no heartnDoing what is goodnIs not doing what is rightnSo the beat goes onnnTime has come to be a heronSee your name in bright lightsnSwept away with grand illusionsnForce fed visions of famenYour guard is downnYou are the huntednIn a corporate worldnThat has no shamenContracts signed all hail the new kingsnKept in a state of eternal bliss to bennStranded – like thousands that went before menStranded – but I will never lay down – come onnnBreak out, rise up from oblivionnRise up, sinners an saintsnBreak out, rise up from oblivionnRise up, black sheep shall survivennBathing in short living glorynQuickly becoming a faded memorynDrowning in the hidden vortexnOverflowed with ruined livesnBeaten by the glamour forcesnHarvest fruitful lays between the liesnThis phoenix rises out from the ashesnFrom a light that never goes out