To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy.
To run, to run away to find what to believe
and i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
i lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist.
So i run, i run away to the light of masochists.
And i leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
and i walked this line a million and one fucking times.
But not this time
I don't feel any shame, i won't apologise.
When there aint nowhere you can go
running away from pain when you've been victimized tales from another broken home.
BUT NOT THIS TIME.