Started off as I fall in a ball of flame
Burning out on your sentiment
It´s all in vain
Shot your 44 caliber
Words with aim
You might killed the heart but your left the brain
Devastated and I hate it see your eyes are insane
Gray and dissipated building just like rust on a chain drained
Dislocated echo in the things you say
You might have killed the heart
But you left the brain

Your words are making me sick
No more lies
Enough with your rhetoric

Chorus:
Whoa
What do ya got to hide
Whoa
You´re dead inside
What a wonderful lie
Don´t you feel alive?
Whoa
What do ya got to hide
Whoa
You´re dead inside
What a wonderful lie
Don´t you feel alive?
Don´t you feel alive?

Cut away
Cut it all away now

Cut me off at the pass
As I hydroplane
Crashing down from your promises
All were fake
Shot your 44 caliber
Words with aim
You might killed the heart but you left the brain
Formulated and I´m fated to withstand the pain
Wave of generated conscience from the edge of a blade
Feigned and fabricated echo in the things you say
You might have killed the heart
But you left the brain

Your words are making me sick
No more lies
Enough with your rhetoric

Chorus

Switch all the lights off
Tell me what you want from me
Take my time and my energy
Turning your heart off
Come about so easily
It´s not enough
But it´s plenty
Bleed in the black out
You said you´d be there for me
Now you´re gone and we´re history
Screaming your lungs out
Say you want what´s best for me
Give it up
You abandoned me

Chorus