A Source Of Anger, A Source Of Need

A Kind Of Rage Inside Him I Can See

He Walks On Past Me

I Follow Close And Let The Fear Inside Him Flow

A Sense Of Reason, A Sense Of Aim

Created This, Created Pain

Threw Down His Pay, Meant To Run Away

Truth And Honour Combined

To Make The Same Mistakes

You Make The Same Mistakes Again

Leave It All On The Table

Leave It All Up To Him.