I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore I just know that I'm harder to console I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me But the key is a question of control
Can you say what you're trying to play anyway I just pay while you're breaking all the rules All the signs that I find have been underlined Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled
All this running around, well it's getting me down Just give me a pain that I'm used to I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive You just need to achieve something that rings true
There's a hole in your soul like an animal With no conscience, repentance, oh no Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise Devils feed on the seeds of the soul
I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real No mistaking the faking, I care With a prayer in the air I will leave it there On a note full of hope not despair
All this running around, well it's getting me down Just give me a pain that I'm used to I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive You just need to achieve something that rings true
All this running around, well it's getting me down Just give me a pain that I'm used to I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive You just need to achieve something that rings true
Compositor: Martin Lee Gore (PRS)Editor: In Place Of Strife Music (PRS)Publicado em 2005 e lançado em 2009 (23/Set)ECAD verificado obra #1797202 e fonograma #10194488 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM