I refuse to shroud my past These walls in here allows no rest Tomorrow morning I'll be dead But this place will burn before the sun will drown in the ocean
And nothing will ever be the same again
Yes, you can put me to the test Or you can cut my tongue at last Ideas are wandering through my head What if all that I ever said were true?
And if everything that is happening were due? And if all these things that are happening were really due?