Halo of fire, we are your pawns
In the game you play
With such determination to win the prize
Of immortal gold
Without a thought you sacrifice those
Who never would themselves
I saw the fire within your eyes
When the tables turned
Feel alive
Feel the eyes
Gazing on
The illusion of power
A product of a self-martyr
The less you give, the more you get
Twisted words, twisted ways
In disguise
To help shape the portrait of parallels
The solution to mutual pain
Is to turn away
And leave the saints and the desparate
For dead
Feel alive
Feel the eyes
Gazing on
The illusion of power
A product of a self-martyr
The less you give, the more you get
I saw the fire within
I saw the fire within
I saw the fire within
When you lost to yourself