Break out; the walls have fallen down. Check out; can't you see that this world is dying; burning, bursting at the seams
No doubt you've seen the failures when you sell out and live the way you want
Turn or tire, your road it leads to nowhere
And you feel like coming home, and you wished you never roamed
And you feel like coming home, as you're waiting out your days
in the hope to find a road that will lead you back to home
Well, I'm showing you that road, don't wait.
You're out and in the mud again, you think, "how could this happen to me I was stronger I should've last longer? ...