You said "you've gone away, i'll try to suffocate" The wounded knees blame No love to celebrate
You're in the getaway You're on the blank page
You're in the getaway Addicted to your faith You're in the getaway Addicted to heartaches You're in the getaway Addicted to Your pay you're in the getaway Addicted to cocaine
You're in the getaway Praying under The hope of sky's pretenders
In needs of better days The said you'll not be safe Can't choose, can't stay An indelible stain
You're in the getaway You're on the blank page
I try to heal my brain I try to concentrate I miss Your ill games The way Yiu scratch with hate So now you dry your age It's time to celebrate A sickness called faith