| All safe and sound, I’ll never be
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| Not while my demons carry me
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| Yet so comfortably it’s done
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| Break me down, level my frame of mind
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| Spare me now, the fork in road paradigm
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| My life spinning in front of me
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| As I’m pleading
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| Trying to find my way back home again
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| I’ve been running for so long
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| Downward spiraling, it never ends
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| These habits I have made my own
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| They’re killing me
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| All sick and tired, I’m gonna be
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| If I allow my soul to feed
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| From that man I’ve never known
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| Tearing down the mode of my suicide
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| Bury now, the corporate man alive
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| And these lies living inside of me
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| As I’m screaming
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| Trying to find my way back home again
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| I’ve been running for so long
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| Downward spiraling, it never ends
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| These habits I have made my own
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| They’re killing me
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| Now we try again
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| To right the wrong we’ve done
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| We work so hard at this
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| Never throw all away
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| We pride ourselves today
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| Making way all alone
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| You ought to know by now
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| We will, all alone
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| Trying to find my way back home again
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| I’ve been running for so long
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| Downward spiraling, it never ends
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| These habits I have made my own
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| They’re killing me
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| These habits I have made my own
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| These habits I have made my own
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| These habits I have made my own
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| These habits I have made my own
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| These habits I have made my own
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| These habits I have made my own
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| Trying to find my way back home
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| Again |