Текст: Inside. Otras Canciones. Postcard Memories.

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Can't hold this note from my back for the fear.
For fear of infection from sticks and stones.
Thrown...
Thrown by the heroes I followed in vain from my days in theses chains.
Break from these chains.

I'm all right now but I'm not turning back for anyone.
I'm all right now but I'm not turning back for anyone.

I'll continue to sleep on my own.
I'll continue to chew on my bitter and broken bones.
You're not my father.
You're not my father.

I'm all right now but I'm not turning back for anyone.
I'm all right now but I'm not turning back for anyone.
For anyone.

Just call on this clause of indifference for all of your ignorant words.
Your words.
But I'll be the scapegoat no more for your crumbling world.
Still nursing the burns.
Still nursing the burns from holding on to the fire.
On the fire.

You called myself.
Now I'm dripping w/ starlight.
And if you so shall judge.
Then I'll reek like a mourner.

I'm all right now but I'm not turning back for anyone.
Wasn't it you who spoke of the calm before the storm?
Wasn't it you who spoke of the calm before the storm?
Wasn't it you who spoke of the calm before storm?
Wasn't it you who spoke of the calm before the storm?