| Go, run away in distress | 
| Try to hide from what’s creeping and crawling and stabbing within | 
| Try to deny the turmoil inside | 
| If you fight yourself hard enough | 
| You’ll never win any ounce of serenity | 
| Or a calm hope at best (Or a calm hope at best) | 
| Can leave you heaving on the floor | 
| Gasping for breath (Are you gasping for breath?) | 
| To be left on the floor gasping for breath | 
| You’re either the person you are | 
| Or the person you’re trying, trying, trying, trying to be | 
| Don’t let the outside sway too far | 
| From where you want to be | 
| And at any cruel moments of this | 
| You can ruin the best | 
| When your body is brutally pressed | 
| Against the confines of your tense flesh | 
| And if you close your eyes tight enough | 
| Then none of the bad can get in (none of the bad can get in) | 
| And if you close your eyes tight enough | 
| Then none of the light can get in (none of the light can get in) | 
| The light can’t get in, the light can’t get in | 
| Boom! | 
| You scream as the light hits you | 
| It radiates throughout your whole soul | 
| Boom! | 
| The pain is clarity | 
| It cleanses, and if it still fucking hurts than you still fucking know | 
| That you are still alive, that you are still in control | 
| If you would only take hold | 
| Boom! | 
| The day with both hands | 
| A death grip, and a good chance to outlive your past | 
| (Are you living free, are you living free?) | 
| You’re either the person you are | 
| Or the person you’re trying, trying, trying, trying to be | 
| Don’t let the outside sway too far | 
| From where you want to be | 
| You’re either the person you are | 
| Or the person you’re trying, trying, trying, trying to be | 
| Don’t let the outside sway too far | 
| From where you want to be |