waste me

this is not for the undecided

for the other side

we made our bed in the lion's den

no place to hide

rejected

refused

we were born to lose

or were we born for a higher call

those scattered few

sing

i made my vow and i swear

take it to my grave

my grave

will not regret to say

before i fall away

waste me

we are not for the fate of this world

disillusioned

damned

may not maintain our foothold

but know where we stand

we were born for a higher call

those scattered few

sing

this is not for the undecided

for the other side