When there's no air left to breath in When there's no place left to lay our heads Our bodies soaking wer and bleeding Our hearts yearning, our minds dreaming Of a place worth dying for Of a heritage of something new In this wasteland of something borrowed, something blue What will I leave behind When there's nothing Out there that I can call mine What will I be proud of When there's nothing Out there that I could die for When there's no bridges left to burn When there's nothing left for sale Our bodies sucked dry Our hearts bleeding, our minds tricked With the images of a future Where's nothing worth to strive for Where's nothing worth to die for When there's nothing left to die for Then we never made an impact When there's nothing left to die for Then we have never lived When there's nothing left to die for Then there's no heritage When there's nothing left to die for Then there's no war, there's no peace There's no one left to fight There's no one left in sight There's no enemy left but the ones the mirror reflects There's no one to make a difference There's no one left to blame But us all, but us all, but us all for giving up in vain What will I leave behind When there's nothing Out there that I can call mine What will I be proud of When there's nothing Out there that I could die for