[ Featuring Showlivre ]
Going home, red eyes tired of lies
Can't take much longer, can't keep it inside
Cold, scared
Always aware
A subtle move
You'd rather be dead
There's nothing between you and, the monsters broke through
Your eyes, filled with poison
What happened to you?
What can I do?
Just wait, 'till all is through
This hell of mine, will it ever end?
The miles go by and I just pretend
A voice inside, lives in denial
It will be bettеr this time
God's on our side!
