Buried On Hollowed Ground

Captive child seeking his identity
Through the night, through the fog
Cemetery gates are closed
Your life has passed away, you didn't realize..

Now you see, after a year
Where you've been good for
Nothing, killed yourself
Are you proud now?

Or disgusted by what you've become?
Or didn't become.. the immortal hero
What is left is a remembrance
A grave, made out of the most beautiful stone

That gives us the eternal beauty of your life
For us
Because you couldn't care less
Captive child, the legacy

Is buried on hollowed ground...