Strophe 1:. I lost control, my life gets out of hand. Daily trouble send me into the arms of stimulants. I need to change, there is no doubt. Time to take over the reins.
Strophe 1:. We send our prayers for thousand years. Never got a response to get satisfied, won't raise a question there. Whats behind the clouds, where do our words arrive.
There where the Heavenly future had to be. There where for your own good you will cover with moss. Where's the freedom of speech and everyman is free.
Well you've got Jesus, I think that's great for you. you're allowed to believe in, but don't tell me what you know. you say that I've been burning, since the day I was born.
You lurk in the corners. Behind innocent eyes. You live for the warning sign. Of your life. Yeah!. . You hide x 4. . Go fear every footstep. It might be your last.