Maybe it's up to you To raise a flag, surrender to the climb The least you can do Stop the wheel of fortune and resign It's not what you see When you gaze at future, unaware You wander in time and cast around Unsealing your fate Fate: blackened page yet to fill not deny Numbly gazing the cage Nerve exposed as you choke And await for salvation Staring eyes Looking way past tomorrow There's a story foreseen Madman as you are Playing with fire Back into your room There must be a reason, a desire You look for a proof For your keen despair now, testified The shame of a man On his knees, repenting full of sorrow "so far as my power allows And your needs require" Need: urge to fill the emptiness within Yet you're idle Torched and ablaze deep in silence Yet you're staring Staring eyes Looking way past tomorrow There's a story foreseen Madman as you are Playing with fire Close your eyes You can wait for tomorrow Let the story begin Madman as you were Now rising higher