A sigh of relief to give up to release this desperate cling
To a life that means nothing to me would be so sweet
But I can't afford to concede
I'll be lost with a single defeat
Could he call me with pride the fruit of his seed

It's an impossible dream
How could you ask this of us
The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts
But if I must I will pilot this monstrous thing

Feeling abandoned you cast me aside
I know it kills you inside
But it wasn't just you she left behind

You mark a child as disposable
Over the puppet you coddle
Of which there were countless
Now his blood is on my hands

How could you ask this of us
The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts
But if I must I will pilot this monstrous thing

Kept safe by a mother's heart
And bathed in another's blood
From which I grow in search of futile love

How could you ask this of us
The fate of the world weighs heavy on our hearts
But if I must I will pilot this monstrous thing