Hope she don't see all that wicked inside of me...

I watched the pyre burn, as every flag unfurled,  all spirit, smoke and  sway, staining their white to grey.

There must have been some art, to how I fell apart, it's never been this hard even for Joan of arc.

Is it noble running out a burning home

Where you going son, turn around

Should I worry if I die alone

In the dark, do you get it now.

Oh don't you know, we like that skin and bone, cuz we're all cannibals out searching for a home.

Just take that pound of flesh, and all that you confessed, seal it here all uptight, so you can sleep at night

Is it noble running out a burning home

Where you going son, turn around

Should I worry if I die alone

In the dark, do you get it now?

I keep my eyes towards the sun

Blind to the weight of what I've done.
I keep the light for all my sons

I'll walk this road, though it be long.

I keep my heart and I will run,

Straight to the source until it's done.

Is it noble running out a burning home

Where you going son, turn around

Should I worry if I die alone

In the dark, do you get it now?