Pressure Points The Past Within
I look at all my scars, my wounds
The haunting signs and remains of you -
Exposing to them
Would be dangerous
The warm wind on my skin
Even though inside I feel the cold
Somehow I must survive
Everything you put me through
Now I just walk the road in front of me
And say goodbye to history
I will never catch up
With the distant past
Anymore, no
Never again!
Just turn away, go away
For I won't forget you, baby, bastard
Just turn away, fade away
The long road I have left behind