I walk alone, head down, in a pale grey scene.nEvery step leads to atrophy. nThis body made for conquest, instead a pawn on a stage so worthless.nI saw the future as endless reaches.nThe skyline's promise, has left me faced with.nWho's dreams are you killing? And who's pockets are you filling?nAre you where you said you would be in the end?nI walk alone through the crowds of past failed kings.nAuditions were called for the hope-thirsting sheep.nWhat keeps this family of fighters from facing the war that they were bred for?nWho's dreams are you killing? And who's pockets are you filling?nAre you where you said, you would be in the end....?nI once saw my deeds grow to greatness,nand now I'm lost in the folds and worthless.nFollowing the footsteps of heros, never led to the safe and grey roads.n