We’re shouting for help.
One day we'll leave this town, in spite of my own choices,
Rather than stay behind when the dust kicks up and we go blind.
We will succeed, well if not I am done breathing.
Get busy living, or get busy trying.

There's a message in my head,
There's a message it goes on and on and on, and on and on and on.
I've made up my mind; I’m turning this life around, this life around.

Pick up the floorboards, and search the walls for clues.
She had a problem with telling the truth.
She said her mistakes will go down and she'll strive,
Then she'll crash to the ground with the rest of her life.

GET DO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OWWNNN

First she leaves, then she screams for her life.
What is just in this?
First she leaves then she screams for her life, oh my god.
What is just in this world?

There’s a message in my head,
There’s a message it goes on and on and on, and on and on and on.
Well I’ve made up my mind, I’m turning this life around, this life around.
There’s a message in my head, it speaks of sirens. Of sirens.
I made up my mind, I’m turning this life around, this life around.

I remember when you said that the truth is,
I’m not the one that you're in love with.
These white walls of this hospital, they’re glistening.
Stained by the blood of chance's jaded souls (she said)

This house is haunted by my lowest lows,
And she’s the one that kills me when I need love most. (She said)

Bring me back to life.