All I have is what I gave me, you don't owe me sh**. Yet all the while, you lead me through the Fire to somewhere I belong. Author of Salvation, where can I go from here? Is there any use for me? Will you ever need me? I can't make any Sense of this. I guess nothing is all I have! 'Cause every Breath I'm taking, every Move I make.
Leaves me anxious and waiting, I hope my Walls don't break! A Soldier of Premonition, Hell is where I'll go from here. Is there any use for me? Will you ever need me? I can't make any Sense of this. I guess nothing is all I have! 'Cause even this Breath that I Am taking, you have given to me. There is nothing I can call my own.