Was running free but now the road is fading
Can't believe it got to this degree
You turn your shoulder with the face your making
Cause sad attempts are what you gave to me
I hope it was a lie
No one can hear you
Not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favor
And tell it to me straight
Capture moments in a box then keep 'em
Tucked away like they were history
Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol
Such a way to make some misery
I hope you get it right
No one can hear you
Not a thing you say
So you can do yourself a favor
So brave yourself
And tell it to me
We're on the verge
Brace yourself
For some kind of redemption
Brace yourself
If you wanna be saved
Brace yourself
For some kind of redemption
Brace yourself
We're on the verge of a...
Break!
