Torn between the poles
Sleeping dreamless
Nothing left but holes

Falling screamless
Through the thin soles
Of worn sneakers

The noise still consoles
Pushing out of the speakers
Forget what you will

And wash out the stains
Follow the thrill
That flushes your veins

When storms stand still
The calm still rages
Still seeks for the kill

My wrath of ages
Restore your true name
Remember your past

What good is the fame
If you're not made to last
Are you ready to let

Lions out of the cages?
Are you ready to bet
Your wrath of ages?