They say I have a price to pay
As the crowd blocks out my only way
I hear a voice and it calls my name
And I'm lookin' round just to get away
And a hand clutches my wrist and pulls me
I'm looking down the road at irony
As I return to consciousness
As the fingers curl and the tensions swirl
An animal made to spread me thin
A fate so strong it'll do me in
I brace myself as sunlight fades
I'm looking up the path of history