Из альбома: The History of Saints
I'm sick of dealing the same hand
All of the time
I run the race while you run me over
Feel the stress overcome
Every cell that I call my own
Felt the walls closing in
On this cell that I call my home
Do we live to die
We live to fear each other down
Oh God - why won't this mad
Pathetic world just let me out
Take all of these words as testament
I will not live in fear
Nothing has the strength to hold me
Keep running in circles
So dizzy from the hate but forced to stand
Why can't you listen to this side
It's not all so black and white
I can't stop you from still trying
It's your time to make things right
I won't march for you
And your fucking army
Sent to destroy everything
That I hold so dear
By chance or bi-polar
Which they thrived the most
The scale of bad to great
Became nonexistent
Evolve from insanity to the norm
It's important we keep some boundaries
Of how normal you are
To keep things satisfying