At first I heard their thoughtsAnd Iâve seen all their walls fall,Just a step beyond and the will be goneWithout any shameIn this wicked gameTheyâre crashing against the wallsAnd day after dayOf struggle and painThey came where it was my homeWide awake,in the wasted town,searching for a sense in what Iâm seeing all aroundCause I understandBut Iâm still so petryfiedLooking at the show that I never asked forThe ruins of rust,The wreck and the dust,Canât help me to carry onThe tears of my cryinâ can leave this battelfield soakedWide awake,in the wasted town,searching for a sense in what Iâm seeing all aroundFar awayFrom the timeless graceLooking for a trace of what has gone and who has faith