Four hundred miles in the snow; and we're still not there One thousand scars in my soul; and I still don't care Four million prayers must be told; for my mind to bare One hundred knives in my back, and you still don't dare Four thousand days in the sun, and we still don't burn One million times we will die, and the world still turns. Every fear is an eye to the soul Every scar is a part of the whole There's no truth to set you free. Four hundred nights, in the dark, and we still don't see One thousand lives, must be lived; for our eyes to meet Four million men, are conceived, for one king to be One hundred times, I am slain, for my life to size Four thousand loves will be lost, for the soul to learn One million stars must be lit, for the world to burn.