[Music & lyrics by D. Gildenlow]
I thought I`d seen hell
Thought I knew it all
Now I know too well
Hell is to wake up
But it makes all the difference
Hej!
[tema]
Tasting the tears in my mouth
Taking the weight on my shoulders
The hours and days of your life
Don`t necessarily make you older
I`m sick of running away
Along these bloody streets
I`m sick of predators and prey
Of being everybody`s end!
I`ve washed my hands of your blood
Thought it would leave me clean
But with time on my hands
It turned to mud forming this crust of sin
Now - to be truly free
I`ll let it come to me
So - break me if you must
When you break this crust
Freedom is to see
Hear this voice, see this man
Standing before you I`m just a child
Just a man learning to yield
I hate these hands soaked in blood
I hate what these eyes have seen
Up to my knees in filth and mud
How it hurts to become clean
I was always on my mind
But never on my side
So run - but if you run away
You`ll always have to hide
So if you need to run
Run for help