Oh there is no air left for us to breathe.
No room for us to move. Not a single inch
in this house of guilt where we´ve been locked up.
So I twist and i turn and I´ll bend until my bones start breaking.
cause I wont live in fear of not fitting their heaven.
It´s not my cross to bare and I seek no forgiveness.
We can bathe in fire or bleed ourselves dry.
We can walk over broken glass or we can walk away.
We will not be looking back.
Leaving this old town dying like a shadow
swallowed by the light of the sun.