You are sounding
A bit distorted
You got locked again
In some old worries

You have no one to blame
It's on your shoulders
Use what is left
To burn your stories

Cause I
Don't need
More of that

The way you place your
Fastest judgments
There's someone watching
Behind the corner

It won't take long before
They come, get closer
Asking for what you once
Had proposed them

Cause I
Don't need
More of that

One to many choices
Words coming out of your eyes
A chance to have you closer
Makes it better inside

I know I'm sounding
A bit distorted
I used too much gain
To mix our voices

There is no one to blame
It's off your shoulders
Look outwards instead
And find new stories

Cause I
Will need
More of that

One to many choices
Words coming out of your eyes
A chance to have you closer
Makes it better inside