[Music; Wells, Lyrics: Freeman/De La Cruz]
Caught up in the violence
Cloaked in silent secrecy
You are a taker, but life is not your own you see
In anger you've blundered, torn your soul asunder
Burning the bridge as you run you're the prodigal son
You are a cyclone blowing but it's you that you're destroying
Dreams and wishes fade away you've sold your soul for one more day.
Acting without reason but all things have their season
You are headed for disaster now decide who'll be your master
Tumbling down blind is your fight
Your mind like your heart and your fists are clenched tight
Weaving a web of such extremes
As you shout in the dark there's no one to hear as you scream
Prodigal son
What have you done?
Prodigal Son
Prodigal run!
Acting without conscience this could be your last chance
Break the shackles turn it over, soon your life is over
It's over, it's over, over!
Tumbling down blind is your flight
Your mind like your heart and your fists are clenched tight
Weaving a web of such extremes
As you shout in the dark there's no one to hear as you scream
Prodigal son
What have you done?
Prodigal Son
Prodigal run
Your time is running out!
You cannot deny, your truth is a lie
But remember this, descend the abyss
Will you come back to me?
Will you come back to me my son, from yourself you can't run
You cry in the dark and I hear you scream.
Prodigal son
What have you done? Come back to me!
Prodigal son what have you done?
Can't hide from destiny
Prodigal son
Your time is running out!
Prodigal son what have you done?
Caught up in the violence
Cloaked in silent secrecy
You are a taker, but life is not your own you see
In anger you've blundered, torn your soul asunder
Burning the bridge as you run you're the prodigal son
You are a cyclone blowing but it's you that you're destroying
Dreams and wishes fade away you've sold your soul for one more day.
Acting without reason but all things have their season
You are headed for disaster now decide who'll be your master
Tumbling down blind is your fight
Your mind like your heart and your fists are clenched tight
Weaving a web of such extremes
As you shout in the dark there's no one to hear as you scream
Prodigal son
What have you done?
Prodigal Son
Prodigal run!
Acting without conscience this could be your last chance
Break the shackles turn it over, soon your life is over
It's over, it's over, over!
Tumbling down blind is your flight
Your mind like your heart and your fists are clenched tight
Weaving a web of such extremes
As you shout in the dark there's no one to hear as you scream
Prodigal son
What have you done?
Prodigal Son
Prodigal run
Your time is running out!
You cannot deny, your truth is a lie
But remember this, descend the abyss
Will you come back to me?
Will you come back to me my son, from yourself you can't run
You cry in the dark and I hear you scream.
Prodigal son
What have you done? Come back to me!
Prodigal son what have you done?
Can't hide from destiny
Prodigal son
Your time is running out!
Prodigal son what have you done?