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... .
