Lighting up a cigaret while walking on the ashes of a dream
I push away the angle and I spoke it with the devil cause
I'm free
Nothing's ever stronger than not one that she desires you
Can't scratch
The actions and the reason emerge and disappear all in a
Flash
Like a reflex kick of bended knee
I think something I can't break free

Fine I get the big point quick flick of the coin
I'm tired of running from what I jack
Just cut me some slack and I will come back
Over and over again

You can be weak or be strong the problem is the same if you
Fall
And all those conversations that you'll never have will
Never fix it all
Cause nothing's ever useful in a dream that you've just had
But can't recall
When fantasies forbidden its harded to decide where to sing
The eight ball

Fine I get the big point quick flick of the coin
I'm tired of running from what I jack
Just cut me some slack and I will come back
Over and over again

It could be nice but still we don't know the truth
It gets hot and cold
It could be nice but still we don't know the truth
We found heart and soul in the rabbit hole
We don't know the truth

We don't know the truth
We can't see the disillusioned youth
We don't know the truth
Disillusioned youth

Fine I get the big point quick flick of the coin
Over and over again