Demons and angels are watching my sins
This life is a prison yet I live by my will
The armour I wear is this skin I live in
The glamour and pain, I just brought up within
I keep my own distance, with the person within
I hide all my anger, with the pain I grew in
Like the summer keeps calling to the autumn and spring
The angles in heaven keep calling me in
Falling down, down to my grave
Falling down, down from my fame
Falling down, down to my ways
Falling down, down from this game
The trees I've cut down are my brothers I've killed
This sins I've been doing are out of my will
The future is the past that I don't want to live
My life is no longer a basket of sins
I've born a new man yet I hold the same skin
I've paid all my debts to the crimes I have lived
To whom may I say that I've lived by my wills?
And all that I know is this past I lived in