Athletes of Exile

We're athletes of exile

The flesh of the dead

The workers of the flame

The voice of the day

To be closer from the sky

Is the end of a game

The mask is a gun

And the smoke is your prey

What are you rebelling against

There's nowhere to go

You're a hermit, you are lame

A runaway laying low

You got one bullet left

And a sky high above

A key to a date

In a cage with the Minotaur

There's a new world out there

At least so they say

There's a new star in town

She'll turn his white fangs to red

Don't you hold it against me

You got nowhere to go

You have a terrible back pain

And you're sick as a dog

We're athletes of exile

The meat on your plate

And if you open the gate

We'll be the voice in your head

What are you barking against

My fellow old dog

You are in a cave

Can't you tell it's your own voice

Can't you tell it's your own voice