Tekster: Soilwork. Stabbing the Drama. Killed By Ignition.

Slowly slicing forward into the flesh
Incentive ways to enter the night
Reality turns its back on you
A chance to get you through

Burning brighter than the sun
Searching to summon the suspicion
It's getting harder to see
Searching for the killing ignition
To fulfill what you need

So, is it time to let it go?
All the pain that you have owned?
Unleash the crimson rebellion
You'll never see what I can see

So, is it time to let it go
All the pain that you have owned?
Revoke the burning ambition
As you despise reality

The enemy's sleeping silent in your head
He's not there to get you through
Of all the bastards that ever
Intended to make you lose
This is the one you can't fool

I won't reach a point of disaster
I won't neglect to think in distress
I know you've, you got manic depression
I know you've faced on everything

So, is it time to let it go?
All the pain that you have owned?
Unleash the crimson rebellion
You'll never see, what I can see

So, is it time to let it go
All the pain that you have owned?
Revoke the burning ambition
(As you despise)
As you despise reality

So, is it time to let it go?
All the pain that you have owned?
Unleash the crimson rebellion
You'll never see what I can see

So, is it time to let it go
All the pain that you have owned?
Revoke the burning ambition
As you despise reality