What Now, Muhammed?

What have I done
What have I made, what have I turned to gold
I am but one
I am afraid, but I can learn from the bold
What can I do
What can I say, what can I celebrate
What about you
You ran away, out of the track they made
What have I done
What have I made, what have I burned to coal
I am a son
A razorblade incision through your soul
What will I be
What will I look back on when I am old
Beyond the sea
Somebody’s laughing at the dice I rolled