Worlds Away
Die Happy
The Weight Of The Circumstance (2003)

They were children fighting in the fields
Muddy faces, bows and arrows
Pretending that their fatal wounds would heal
But that was then and this is now

Give me a reason
A reason to stay
I am lost, confused
Worlds away

So give me the answer
Show me the way
Cause I'm bound to lose
Feel betrayed

Now they're fighting in the killing fields
Digging trenches, drowning sorrows
No pretending now, the pain is real
Asking why and what it's for

So welcome to the real world
It's a question of belief
Is it worth dying for

Give me the power
The power to stay
I am weak, confused
Worlds away

So give me the patience
To rescue my faith
Cause I'm sure to lose
This crusade