My hands are tied
Behind my back
By the lies
I told myself

Tried to pretend I didn't care
Tried to be friendly beyond my length

And it's when I'm looking back
Isn't it a way of life to show
How we're going wrong?

That we must have sold our souls
Isn't it what we should believe?

The truth that's deep
That's asleep
In the bottom of our minds

In the bottom of our minds

Take my bag and run through the world
Run away from my own home
Just to forget of my cross but I can't do (it)
'cos my home…

It's me