Moving through this space and time The world means nothing to me My thought are of anger and pain Cause that's all i see Tradition tells me where And my place to be Rusty are my thought of change And they're something i need If i face the grain Will i parish and die In your eyes of hate No answers, no why Will i get to break this mold Or keep on drifting down I'm screaming for some sort of change But i'm not making a sound Limit in time Limit in mind Limit in life I'm stuck