I Can't Wake Up
And trouble begins to brew . . .
Whenever the winter winds become too strong,
I concentrate on you!
When fortune cries nay nay to me,
And people declare you're through,
Whenever the blues become my only song,
I concentrate on you!
On your smile, so sweet, so tender,
When at first my kiss you declined . . .
On the light in your eyes, when you surrender,
And once again our arms intertwine . . .
And so when wise men say to me,
That loves' young dream never comes true,
To prove that even wise men can be wro
Run
Your weakness is numbing my brain
A lack of love for my life means more than the pain
So erase those weak commitments
No choice, no way I'm acquitted
You'd better build another cross to hang another life
My immeasurable gain is your loss
So now run from the sights
Disease infects the paths to birthrights
Martyrs, not popular choice
Martyrs, not popular choice
Martyrs, not popular choice
Martyrs, not popular choice
Consequence rules the sects of mine
Hindsight throws the minds to past lives
Death is all around me
But now I'd rather die than follow mediocrity
Disown my flesh, no loopholes to gain
Strain on my face sustained
Devotion, not a false witness
Wake up and smell the ashes
Martyrs, not popular choice
Martyrs, not popular choice
Martyrs, not popular choice
Martyrs, not popular choice
Run with the rest of the masses...
I stand alone.