So finally my journey ends And through this wound my soul can mend Guilt is my blood I'm being drained This is my home, I will stay Inside There's always someone inside Fighting to get outside The "knowing-right-from-wrong side" Our home is inside I've traveled the world around In search for some Grail of mine How could I be so blind? It was always here inside I have only some weeks to give But at last I live Life's just a line of situations A matter of occasions And mystic correlations The work of a machine Here in a world split to nations We fail to see the relations Between the wheel and the Machine And of the scars we're leaving Inside I swear there's someone inside Fighting to get outside Just give it all an hour By the Concrete Lake