All those dreams that once seemed to be so close
Now are far and unattainable
Frustration in our veins loads daddy’s gun
And the weakest they fall
They all fall down, in the land of dreams we left behind
We still resist, we still standing strong
Despite we know we’re just playing songs
Despite we know we’re alone and isolated
Not proud of it, I’m not proud of...
Cuz I’m drowning in something I can’t see or touch
Not proud of it, I’m not proud
Bad, bad again
Isolated and full of pain
It’s time to set our ghosts on fire
Another summer falls
another winter comes real strong
It’s time to fight for our desires
There’s a war inside each one of us
In one side it’s you and battlefield’s your heart
When you’re scared and tired that fact destroys desire
And every effort made drives you more isolated