Verse 1:. There was a time where I was trying to fight on my own. Thinking that I was strong enough to get through it alone. But when problems piled up heavily burdening me.
Hey you! You know who I am. It doesn't matter 'cause I don't care. I crossed the line I'm not a slave. I have the world to find my way. So I'm running I keep running.
melody line in the middle taken from. "The Hall Of The Mountain King" by Edward Grieg. . Sjlafrnder, norden rungar. Vapenbrder vid Svea strand. Stridskamraters kamprop ljungar.
Nordstjrnan vandrar min dunkelbla vy. Naturen slr p sin harpas strngar. Trollelden skr genom bergluft och sky. Upplyser talhed och spirande ngar. . Fngad utav nordens sjl, fngad utav nordens sjl.
(Lyrics & Music: S, Smyth, G. Thorpe). A slap on the wrist and you're free to go. Nevermind what what you did was so damn low. Took what you want and the prize was yours.
(S.Smyth & G.Thorpe). It's feeding my mind. Killing time on my hands. It's eating my mind. Finding a place to lash out once again. I can't shake the feeling.
(G.Thorpe & S.Smyth). I'm sweating in the dark. It's running down my neck. I've got to break away. I don't believe a word. I can't make any sense. Of what's happened here.
(G.Thorpe, S.Smyth & B. Oconner). We follow the wind to new horizons. A suitcase of dreams in our hands. An offer to take a chance at freedom. We sail out to sea with hope and madness abroad.
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik & Alex Vertel]. . I feel you scream of me. I feel you dream of me.. You want, you wish, you long - it bursts out from within..
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik]. . What is my life?. The gift of god?. Or is it curse, the endless rod?. What is my faith?. The light ahead. Or is it ravings of the mad?.
you are immersed in your own guilty pleasure. your tongue will never reach the bottom of the bottle. . do I make you wet?. i can surely guess that your eyes.
to you all leaders of the human race. here we are we spit in your fuckin' face. and now to you all human sheep. you also will be buried deep. . what's so far away is close at hand.
The life beneath the tombs. Ignores the light of day. Suspictious minds decide. The fate you have to pay. The judge and jury. Cast aside your mortal shell.
Venus sheds her skin of gold. Sacrifice her life. Washes out the demon sleep. That hides between her eyes. . Walking, watching, wandering out. Of soul she must pursue in death.
Fighting and biting, white thunder and lightning. Chasing the locust on its trail. Movements of Majyk, false moves become tragic. According to winds, how we sail.
You light a match. And watch it start a fire. You take a drug. That makes you fall much higher. You plant a seed. And grow a field of fury. You make a law.
Take my hand and we'll be one. You'll belong to the hellion. It's a chance in a million. Don't be scared on our way down. . Black your tears dry on me.