歌词
Been at it for too long
Memories tearing me the blaming game is on
They all did their best
What I’ve done too myself is my own problem
Where do the lies end and reality begin
Out of depth cold, colder still
I am a child
Always likely to end up in a place where violence is the only language
Running from gunfire that cuts through any lie
Out of breath, cold still
Always on the run
Marching to the beat of your own drum
Out of touch with everyone
Out of touch with everyone
Where do lies end, where does reality begin
Out of depth, cold still
Always on the run
Marching to the beat of your own drum
The 2019 condition
Where words ring false
Love is lost