They have got their hooks in you,
but i will pull through.
the paranoia shows,
and my sorrow only grows.
and i believe that everyone goes bad.
but do you see that we all can go back?
the tempest holds our throats,
but i will stay afloat.
i'm tired of all these things,
that separate our ties.
and i believe that everyone goes bad.
but do you see that we all can go back?
But i won't go, head first into the cold
i wish that i had more of you in me.
but i don't... .