I found you digging inside my head
Buried under the stones of things you said
The suffering, the starving
I'm born to do alone
And just becouse I'm outnumbered
Doesn't mean that I'm wrong
You know I walked away
from the goldmine
You know I walked away
with pocket filled with my beliefs
You chose the kid, the wife, the debt
The house, the car, the living dead
The suffering, the bleeding
I'm born to do alone
And just becouse I'm outnumbered
Doesn't mean that I'm wrong
You know I walked away
from the goldmine
You know I walked away
with pocket filled with my beliefs
You know I walked away
from the goldmine
You know I walked away
with pocket filled with my beliefs
You know I walked away
from the goldmine
You know I walked away
with pocket filled with my beliefs
