Lord above, lord below Here in the middle i stand alone Through the mud, sweat and fears I would be nothing without your care
Caring for my seared flesh
No disgrace in letting go Set them high before me Traveling through the next adventure And wonder whose hand's on the master control
Gave it hell You get what you give Gave it hell I did what i did short of selling my soul
Was tom to pieces Lorn to pieces in what i believed Torn to pieces in what i believed Torn to pieces
Gave me hell I expected nothing less
All contained within the hemispheres But my brain has been branded since the early years So grant me no wishes from below Consider me branded; consider me rogue
