2 acessos
At the center of a firestorm, with heart so crushed I reach the line
Lash out, let common sense go blind
I was tortured after all, by a fickle heart and shallow mind
With stuttered speech I'm going blind
I'm gonna make it
So you cannot kill me
Won’t be falling down down down
I’ve been told it all before, that I’m the product of a weak and shallow mind
Confess that faith is for the blind
But why should I turn away, in a world so full of wandering
Where the blind lead the blind, have we lost our minds
I'm gonna make it
So you cannot kill me
Won’t be falling down down down
I'm gonna make it
So you cannot kill me
Won’t be falling down down down