Critical signals come over our heads
And we can try to understand the words we say each other
But in lessons of my life I vomit hate and in your eyes the loneliness
Behind the doorways in the days we fell apart
Rage against this white high wall becomes red on my hands
In the sunshine
Go gotta go!
there's a world outside
is waiting for us,
so take your part in this!
we have to go!
This time I don't mind!
Gotta go!
I'll take my time to respect your blind minds
But anytime I'll try I'll find myself inside your eyes
..Rage against this white high wall becomes red on my hands
Go gotta go!
there's a world outside
is waiting for us,
so take your part in this!
we have to go!
This time I don't mind!
Gotta go!