Break away
Anyway sometimes you've got to do that.
Pray for rain
To wash all your traces away.
Don't be late
We have better stuff to mess about
Don't look away
Accept that choise to save your face
Chorus:
Everything is a reason
everything is a motive
Your life is the fuckin prison,
your mind is a bloody key
Betray your fate
Be your own personal Jesus,
Don't play the game
Which doesn't have a winner.
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