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.