Here is the face of common and unknown

Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone

High are the dream, so loud is the drone

of those forgotten voices

that carry him back home

Don't want your freedom

Don't want your peace

Just want the pleasure of being on my knees

A pound of flesh, bought and sold

It grows back, it's only bone

So who are you? Just a fool?

The shortest straw is for you

now don't you waste it

Here is the face of common and unknown

Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone

High are the dream, so loud is the drone

of those forgotten voices

that carry him back home

Trade his collar for your dime

Can't make the money, can't do the time

No longer good, innocent or evil

Don't cross the line and you'll remain equal

What is the price? Has he paid?

If that's the way it must be done

Then I don't want it!

Here is the face of common and unknown

Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone

High are the dream, so loud is the drone

of those forgotten voices

that carry him back home

Don't want your freedom

Don't want your peace

Just want the pleasure of being on my knees

A pound of flesh, bought and sold

It grows back, it's only bone

You don't bleed just like me

Does it suit your needs when I stop breathing?

Here is the face of common and unknown

Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone

High are the dream, so loud is the drone

of those forgotten voices

that carry him back home

Here is the face of common and unknown

Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone

High are the dream, so loud is the drone

of those forgotten voices

that carry him back home