When the fortunes were dealt
  I stepped back and I bowed my head
  Received the blessed, rejected, inflicted and the wretched
  With a hardened expression of an ol? softer smile
  The path of destruction is one painful mile
  It?s blood on the canvas, dirt in the wound
  Stealing your treasures by the light of the moon
  I?ve never seen a giant so frail
  In the eyes of a sad man with a sad story to tell
  It?s a beautiful day for a tragic existence
  Sometimes we?re always pushed to the back of the line
  Suffering in vain ain?t no room for resistance
  So let?s jump this train and leave our skins behind
  Her line of barbed wire just keeps getting tighter
  I'm hung up and tattered and blown by the wind
  Her fire rituals just keep getting hotter
  I laid on her altar and we burned down again