Teksty: Vega Under Fire. Other. Fabricated Air.

Oh the past few days
Have shown me that I've been torn
Between a nomadic life and a family I adore
I haven't been sleeping so well

Yeah, I've given it a lot of thought
And there is no sense in complaining
Or waiting for a change of heart
For all my guilt to start setting in

My lungs are weak from all this fabricated air

Weeks go by and I still don't have the strength
To lie, but I try
The line was crossed and now its time to start over
There's gotta be something that I give a damn about

I doubt my faith
I doubt that this will turn out my way
And if anything, you will be ashamed

Don't count on those who are hollow
Lend your hand and pray that someday
They will return the favor


You have qualifications to be my primary
Objective that I'm willing to achieve
At any cost and anywhere
Send me the location and I'll be there