and we continue to chase the sun    only to burn up both our hands    and we will find out what's to know...    in warning winds the truth will blow       you might find I'm feeling all the guilt    dragging out the hours, all decieved    well, both are harmless and haunting to me    now remember your heroes    as a cancel out zero    like you were young again       a man you haven't seen in years    ressurecting your deepest fears    returns a favor unto himself...    by turning us the other cheek       you're another coat of red in hell.    kill this child to make sure I'd raise him well.       on a concrete road to recovery    cause I'm knocking over every cone    in front of me.