A crying heart
for every wasted dream
chanting hopeless screams
I'm a useless soul
for sale

but a day may come
where a flame will burn
beating down these flaws
one hundred punches per turn,
we'll rise in a grandiose occasion
to worship and embrace
my holy rhythm

I hold it close
I let it burn
I keep the fire
that none dare churn

I hold it close
I let it burn
I keep the fire
that none dare churn

keep it close
let it burn
heed the fire
that none dare churn