Oh there is no air left for us to breathe.
No room for us to move. Not a single inch
in this house of guilt where we´ve been locked up.
So I twist and i turn and I´ll bend until my bones start breaking.
cause I wont live in fear of not fitting their heaven.
It´s not my cross to bare and I seek no forgiveness.
We can bathe in fire or bleed ourselves dry.
We can walk over broken gla** or we can walk away.
We will not be looking back.
Leaving this old town dying like a shadow
swallowed by the light of the sun.