I can still hear the call
And the scars are still raw
Make me scream out your name
While I crawl on the floor

Bound and cuffed, I am left
To the mercy of wolves
While the crowd cries to land
The whip hard on my wounds

How low must I get
If I want to feel high
If I'm chained to the floor
Does it mean I can't fly

But those scars - only flesh
And the wounds will soon heal
No prison, no torture
Could change how I feel

My heart is on fire
From the lust in the air
In the dark pits of hell
I will feel no despair