all these voices around,
the pollution of the noises in my head,
the grunting sound,
heard them for long, never turning them down,
thought them as truth, never thinking on my own
Everytime I did something, I felt like a lie,
it made my mind shriek and cry...
I wanna break free, I wanna fly high,
I never wanna visit the graves of the past,
I wanna change life, the way I wanna live,
take everything in my stride,
pushing the feeling of pain and grief aside.
I did reach somewhere, but no further could have got,
I did become someone, but I myself didn't know what,
all these voices around, somehow,
took my freedom, leaving me lame,
a guy with some name,
to do anything, I can't try to think,
I search for these voices...
it happens all the time, just the same
Everytime I did something, I felt like a lie,
it made my mind shriek and cry...
I wanna break free, I wanna fly high,
I never wanna visit the graves of the past,
I wanna change life, the way I wanna live,
take everything in my stride,
pushing the feeling of pain and grief aside.
so if you don't change it now,
you're never gonna change it anyhow
so break free, fly high,
to the graves of the past, just say goodbye,
change your life, the way you wanna live,
give chance to yourself, you have a lot to give...
