Head south headstrongWake each grey dawnHold on weaknessNo prints princessMother my nestOnce choice to makeGet ready to goFeel like we've been here beforeWithout a choice and insecureOf where we'd be without this net aroundYet we've always hated itNow we stand a chance to break the chainsAnd break lance that cuts into the heartAnd burns the essence of our dreams desireNo hope in sightHeld on too tightSkylines burnt downNo crops dust cloudBlind dogs run deepPale surf, cold feetOnce choice to makeGet ready to goCold throne, no sireBlack earth past fireFlushed out regretNo past, no senseBrave days aheadNone rest, none yetOnce choice to makeGet ready to go
