It's not for the fame
Not so much a catch and you fall apart
It's such a sad excuse

I'll hang, hang, hang until it's done
Don't ever tell me we're the $#&@ing same


I've got bigger plans than this and it's not for the fame
Not so much a catch when you fall apart
It's such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuse


I've got a layer of Hell sitting under my skin
All these string have become knots

Let's cut them all
With only regrets I can hardly see straight
So wash me white as snow

With no persuasion and only contradiction
These lies are all I know


I need an answer
I need the truth
I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)


I need an answer
I need the truth

I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)

All these strings have become knots and

I'm bound to fall if I'm left on my own
I have had it up to the brink
So hang, hang, hang until it's done