Here I am, the prodigal son The self proclaimed deprived Spending hours of fighting the peace When I should lay it on the line
It makes it hard, I won´t fall asleep Until I´m one with the other side Fighting shadows, imaginary scenes Flashing through my mind So...
Could I be on the rise Reality or disguise Constantly mesmerized Ripped and torn Hypnotized
Could I be on the rise Reality or disguise Constantly mesmerized Ripped and torn Hypnotized
Let me feel the urge to get that rush once more I will beckon when the sound of venture calls
When will I learn to resist?
I should have put it down While it was in my hands Like love that never dies I´m preaching words That could answer it all As I´m bound to break the ties
I´m making progress again The return of the blind Feel the kick setting in Don´t ever choke it again
Let me feel the urge to get that rush once more I will beckon when the sound of venture calls
Could I be on the rise Reality or disguise Constantly mesmerized Ripped and torn Hypnotized Could I be on the rise Reality or disguise Constantly mesmerized Ripped and torn Hypnotized
I´m making progress again The return of the blind Feel the kick setting in Don´t ever choke it again
I´m making progress again The return of the blind Feel the kick setting in Don´t ever choke it again