Looking into the void
You're reckoning with the question
And the city looms
Too far to see now
You're a satellite
Taken by a wayward pull
The quaking side of patience
Trying long to ignore the storm
Such an ego
You can't question the course
The winds of war
Always in your ear
Dusk begins to fall
And your mind now starts to sense the path
Of ultimate resistance
Who could touch you there
With the fare paid full in advance
The cost of taking chances