Living کے بول

I need to get of my own head To leave my whole past Get new thoughts, new feelings a whole new life I never wanted this one These days neither do I see or hear Heavy eyes are being held up by bloody fear In my ears some buttons put a moderator Making me enable of hearing Today I'm shouting my pain out For now, because of echoing the war I didnt want this thing called living I never wanted this thing called living The nerves were drowned by tears and I Was standing weak at my knees Between concrete buildings Where the gravel and sorrow are filling my lungs with darkness Today I'm shouting my pain out For now, because of echoing the war I didn't want this thing called living I never wanted this thing called living Oh I need to get of my own head To leave my whole past