Please why can't you tell me who has won When nothing remains? Wake up and see, I'm not the enemy Who has won when nothing remains? Learn from your
leader, I call you a hypocrite When I turn my back, in goes the knife Because my ideals are my way of life Your fashion and games are nothing to me, for
this razor truth when we're all engulfed in blackness absolute While we hail the glory of blackness absolute And subservience has yielded you with nothing
apart from this crowd, for I know my identity well I'm just a voice with ideals, there's nothing I'm trying to sell (Repeat Chorus) I remember the days when
you're nowhere to be found You disappear, then leave me alone, I feel like a king without a crown I gotta break this sorrow for I still remain, My dignity
remains Rollin' into the station Here comes the glory train Get on the glory train Get on the glory train It's rollin' into the station Bound for glory, bound for glory
