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...