Freedom is calling But I just can't help myself Guess the fog just covers all my hopes again
I can't breathe I can't taste I can't find a light to guide me, so just fire away
Fire away Fire away Fire away Fire away So I just know that Everything that has appeared throughout my path Is what will make me go again No matter what the time, I'll stand
I feel alone and sometimes small Well, that's just something we all go through Like a random butterfly Flying so high above the monsoon
Going through the toughest choices is what makes us feel alive When I'm gone and turn to dust, will everything be part of time?
