Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Living With Lions. Holy Shit. Wake Up.


So here we go again.
And Oh, I can't wake up from this suffocating world,
That I live in.
And if I had drugs I'd do them.
(I'm runnin', I'm running around.)
Around, around, around a pair of lies with open eyes.

I'm running, I'm running.
But I can't get out of here.
Around, around, around, around again.
I've fallen so quickly away,
From what I know.
(I'm lost and lost in this abyss again.)

And Oh, should I be afraid of them?
(Keep runnin', keep running.)
Even if I die, I'll be back in the end.
And when I had drugs I did them all.
I did them all. I made the call,
To get away from this fucked up place,
That I can't live.

I'm running, I'm running.
But I can't get out of here.
Around, around, around, around again.
I've fallen so quickly away,
From what I know.
(I'm lost and lost in this abyss again.)

Just run away and always stay.
I always do my best.
Just run away!
And in my worst,
I did my best to get away!
Just run!

I'm running, I'm running.
But I can't get out of here.
Around, around, around, around again.
I've fallen so quickly away,
From what I know.
(I'm lost and lost in this abyss again.)