| it’s just nothing — what’s out there |
| lonely dreams and arrogant affairs |
| what we want? we always want more |
| social inability — life’s a bore |
| you’re so bored |
| no relations to cure our lonely hearts |
| no restrictions will keep us locked |
| in boredom we act — in frenzy we stray |
| long live freedom — we threw it all away |
| what we said — was never meant to unfold |
| our worst enemy — was when the truth was told |
| burning skin, dead blue eyes |
| we live to kill, so afraid we are |
| can’t go back now, we can’t roam free 'cause |
| what we did was never told so |
| a poisoned mind, weak heart and soul |
| a night gone wrong, one wrong step |
| have no beliefs now and no regrets |
| the angry mob they just want to lynch us |
| Justice be done — no innocence |
| cannot hide, no where to go |
| for people like us |
| we’re born weak — but with good intentions |
| strong — but with bad connections |
| so much went wrong, but we tried to do right |
| though every time we tried, we’d always |
| end up in a fight |
| look up to the sky — it’s another shade of grey |
| it’s the same damn love that we are missing |
| every day |
| what we don’t see |
| while the rain just keeps on pouring |
| down on me |
| is all the hate |
| but I’m weak |
| I let the bad times hurt and my friends in need |
| inner fear — anxiety |
| when someone’s standing next to me |
| read the line — never shine |
| it all become so clear |
| when we decide the goal is where we say it is |
| and the cold is just imaginary |
| ignorance I bliss |
| we lost time — a lost mind |
| we swallow in our misery |
| right now — right here |
| a lost love seemed oblivious |
| look into the mirror — always too hard on myself |
| are we trying hard enough to pull ourselves |
| out of hell |
| no belief — no relief |
| just an ever dying fantasy |
| reaching out — blacking out |
| where’s the overload of ecstasy? |
| every road we take it seems to lead nowhere |
| but every little dream is just another way |
| out of here |
| walls are craving in — the room is |
| getting smaller |
| the hole is getting deeper |
| walls are getting taller |
| it’s all a blur — a blacked out hole |
| we couldn’t lose it — 'cause we’ve never |
| had it all |
| what we said — was never meant to unfold |
| our worst enemy — was when the truth was told |