Yellow

Somehow he's a lonely boy
Found a true and simple joy
Shining off the empty wall
Darkness will not hide his call
Pages of an empty book
Reading every line and hook
Glancing blows against his heart
Bloody gun without a part
Breaking down on both his knees
Everybody shuns his pleas
Pavement bellowing with smoke
Opens up his lungs to choke
Ground bellow begins to shake
Hardship will a hero make

Hardship will a hero make.