No scream, or sound of shouting guns in the yard
Run away, everything behind you
Somehow, I’d rather be the dust on the road,
Than live a life without any feeling
Even the ones who look fine, they have their scars
Somewhere, deep inside
Shrouded in dreams,
You will find peace of mind In the grand scheme
There is a darkness all around this town,
And a fever, but I will hold your hand
One name to welcome everyone you meet
And an old one reminds you of your past
Even the ones who look fine, they have their scars
Somewhere, deep inside
Shrouded in dreams,
You will find peace of mind in the grand scheme
Restless, you are the sea
And they can’t see the damage
When moonlight puts up a fight