Tekster: Hell is for Heroes. Neon Handshake. Disconnector.

I've been looking for the questions
To the answers
I've been fed a banquet
Of lies digested with a smile

I'm a captive in a hole
I'm gracious in defeat
Take back the mic
Turn off the light I stole

You're the captain of your soul
The master of your fate
I dreamt of being like you
So pure so clean so whole
I just need one more chance
To rinse my eyes

And wash away my blindness
Wash away my sadness
Wash away my dependence
Wash away my fear
My fear, my fear, my fear

So I can give myself protection
When you put me down
I can deal with disconnection
When I hit the ground

I get resistance to the infection
That you spread around
So I can declare my independence

It's been so long so high
This wall I've climbed
So green so blue so real surreal
I'm home, I'm dry, I'm free
I'm free, I'm free
I've washed my hands off future