You changed the world, but you're trapped in a room They still say your name, but you don't want the fane You've changed the world, but you paid a high price Was it all for the best, or would you rather forget Don't you know you've exchanged, your freedom for a cage Your life for a grave The giants of their time The shot from a gun, brought them down in their prine They fell from grace, Solace in drink, their glory replaced What should we do when the air runs out? When this ship spins out When this life runs out 10 minutes more and the air will run out This craft will fall into the sun My chance of returning is none, none, none I'm done But why should I come back at all? And what's more Who would respond to this call?