At the center of a firestorm, with heart so crushed I reach the line
Lash out, let common sense go blind
I was tortured after all, by a fickle heart and shallow mind
With stuttered speech I'm going blind
I'm gonna make it
So you cannot k** me
Won't be falling down down down
I've been told it all before, that I'm the product of a weak and shallow mind
Confess that faith is for the blind
But why should I turn away, in a world so full of wandering
Where the blind lead the blind, have we lost our minds
I'm gonna make it
So you cannot k** me
Won't be falling down down down
I'm gonna make it
So you cannot k** me
Won't be falling down down down