From the beginning, you live with it
You fight it
You can't hurt it
You can't get rid of it.
It's crawling
It's haunting
You're hurting
You are breaking.
The knives in your back
Just keep coming back
They hit you like a Mack
And leave your heart wack.
Words
Flying like birds.
They can't save you
You want to make it through.
You suffer
Burning in this fire.
All of this makes you tired
To a bomb you're wired.
Try something
Die for nothing.
You beg for mercy
Your answers are empty
You're chained to a tree
And you want to be free
You need this key
Imagine
Something genuine
Something that would get you out of ruin
Something that, against the shadows, makes you win.
