Living with a past thrown away
Like a old toy to the trash,
Living with a present with no escape
And a future falling to ash,
He has absolutely nowhere to go
But only to stay at home
Hiding himself within a closed door,
Trying to revive his soul.
Theres a nightmare creeping outside,
Is he not afraid to die?
One of a hundred
On of the lonely
Carrying the burden
Of being the only
So complicated
Frightened and haunted
One of the many
One of a hundred
Falling to pieces, holding to the end,
He wants to give up one day.
He believes hes the one who will never stand
And will crash again and again.
He fells theres a curse, a karmic dead,
Its a gift of a father he hates.
And clouds of disaster raining over his head
Is the price that he has to pay.
Theres a nightmare crawling outside,
Is he ready to come out alive?
Is he afraid of the thing living on the inside?
One of a hundred
On of the lonely
Carrying the burden
Of being the only
So complicated
Frightened and haunted
One of the many
One of a hundred
Theres a nightmare standing outside,
But he is ready to look in its eyes,
With a face full of tears and anger inside
He will STRIKE, STRIKE, STRIKE, STRIKE!
One of a hundred
One of a disturbed
Crying it out loud
Wanting to be heard
So hard to live with it
So hard to breathe in
One of a hundred
One of a million