My destination
Is nowhere near where I'm from
My final journey
Leads me to where I belong
My very last hour
Is yet to come
My endless hunger
Takes over when you think I'm wrong
Sick of being tired of all your lies
This conversation is not a virtue but a vice
I'll never end up like the fallen heroes of far too long
I will make it on my own
Your indecisions
They make you pale
Your understatement
Shows you are likely to fail
Your desperation
Is on a different scale
Your ticking time bomb
Will detonate when you are frail
Sick of being tired of all your lies
This conversation is not a virtue but a vice
I'll never end up like the fallen heroes of far too long
I will make it on my own
Sick of being tired of all your lies
This conversation is not a virtue but a vice
I'll never end up like the fallen heroes of far too long
I'll never make it on my
Sick of being tired of all your lies
This conversation is not a virtue but a vice
I'll never end up like the fallen heroes of far too long
I will make it on my
I will make it on my
I will make it on my own