| Thoughts turn to bullets, where my gun? |
| Prison in my mind, I’m on the run |
| Immune to this poison, I been numb |
| I been fighting with myself, one on one |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Vision’s blurry, fifty feet, back up off me, better run |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Vision’s blurry, fifty feet, back up off me, better run |
| I don’t trust who I’ve become |
| Voices in my head beat like a drum |
| Can’t hear my footsteps when I run |
| I feel a weight too heavy in my lungs |
| Days turn to months turn to years |
| On the outside, feels like I been here |
| One by one I lost count |
| Of the shadows in my dreams, run around |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya |
| Vision’s blurry, fifty feet, back up off me, better run |
| I don’t trust who I’ve become |
| Voices in my head beat like a drum |
| Can’t hear my footsteps when I run |
| I feel a weight too heavy in my lungs |
| (I feel a weight too heavy in my lungs) |
| (I don’t trust who I’ve become |
| Voices in my head beat like a drum |
| Can’t hear my footsteps when I run |
| I feel a weight too heavy in my lungs…) |