Not taking note of the fools or the wise Being a pawn of time and chance Not making vows when the flood waters rise Is simpler than nails through your hands Being a slave to the sultans of grief Keeping the hand to the plow Being held captive to public belief Is easier than thorns through your brow And it's a lonely road And it's a lonely road And it's a lonely road That the Son of Man walks down Being immune to the war of the heart And never wondering why To bury the conflict deep in the dark Is safer than spears through your side And it's a lonely road And it's a lonely road And it's a lonely road That the Son of Man walks down For him who burns with a creed and a flame Words are as smoke on the wind Some kind of volatile helplessness reigns And can't fill the hearts of his kin To go and enlighten the doomed and unwashed Seized with the art of sacrifice To carry the weight of a martyr-at-large Is easier than giving your life And it's a lonely road And it's a lonely road And it's a lonely road That the Son of Man walks down