In this solitude
In which my time stands still
Crawling forth into what is unseen

Of the ones high on life
When hence they will die
With every movement

Of their mouth, of their mouth
Of the ones high on life
When hence they will die

With every movement
Of their mouth, of their mouth
Alone, outspoken

Feeling so exposed
There is a shackle that lock my hands
Lock my hands

Why must we be the ones?
Who chose? Why can't I be my guide?
I'll try!

Why must we be the ones?
Who chose? Why can't I be my guide?
Why can't you read the rules?

Why must we be the ones?
Why? Well I won't obey
Alone, outspoken

Feeling so exposed
There is a shackle that lock my hands
Lock my hands

In this solitude
In which my time stands still
Crawling forth into what is unseen

Why must we be the ones?
Who chose? Why can't I be my guide?
I'll try!

Why must we be the ones?
Who chose? Why can't I be my guide?
Why can't you read the rules?

We are outsiders, we want everything
You can't take it
We are the voice inside your head

We won't stay silent