Evita Thrown To The Wolves
I guess it's up to me now, to figure this out for myself.
So this is how it feels to be stuck to the walls then wake up,
In the same old dream where there is no air for me to grasp.
Now show me the right path to take,
I guess it's up to me now, to figure this out for myself.
Time to get out of this routine,
Time for me to decide my own life.
I'll carry your words on my back,
And I won't notice the scars they leave behind.
There is a place that we call home,
Heaven is hatred, betrayal.
Someone please hold me in close,
So I can erase deants in my back.
I'll carry your words on my back,
And I won't notice the scars they leave behind.
Get me out of this place, I am no longer afraid of the arrogance.
Your words, just fall...
On deaf ears, I guess we all find out nothing is set in stone now,
Is that what you came to see?
Just watch it fall down in ruins.
And I'll...
I'll carry your words on my back,
And I won't notice the scars they leave behind.
