I´m getting visions Of new beginnings Don´t think you fit in Hurts to admit it at last I´m free from my past
We´re in the same room but stand on different sides You could lose your mind trying to understand mine, it´s a sign of the times
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I´m getting visions I´m pessimistic Call it nihilist But really what is the point, in making any noise? Want to look forward, but I´m so tortured I´m feeling nauseous I´m just a passenger of Someone else´s good times
But
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
Oh, something I could never say Why you gotta make it feel this way by lying to my face? A suckapunch I can take I wasn´t born yesterday A bloodsport but I´m a saint It´s time to consider there are no winners I´m getting visions and you´re not fitting in