Running blind and out of breath But in the wrong direction I don't recall or recognize My own reflection Locked myself in a cell I can't breach My key to sovereignty lies just out of reach Can't set myself free Can't seem to keep down my last meal Can't turn back the hand I deal Feel like I'm caught in foreign land Exiled by my gavel hand A rat in a cage I'm spinning the wheel But getting nowhere The gallows my stage I'm seen by all Performing to no one This could have been my finest day A drug that expends me, the price that I pay Can't throw it away Can't seem to keep down my last meal Can't turn back the hand I deal Feel like I'm caught in foreign land Exiled by my gavel hand The cage that I'm in is formed from my own design No way out that I can tell Stay here forever trapped inside my own mind I know every corner so well And I fear that when I finally found the will The atrophy will keep me lying still But I'm tired of the darkness and I'm tired of the smell But I'm torn, I don't know anything else And I'm tired of the nighttime and I long for the day But I'm torn, I don't know another way Running blind, out of breath Spinning the wheel but getting nowhere Running blind, out of breath Spinning the wheel but getting nowhere © TISH LINCOLN'S ALLSTAR HITS; OTT 2B MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com