They have got their hooks in you,

But I will pull through.

The paranoia shows,

And my sorrow only grows.

And I believe that everyone goes bad.

But do you see that we all can go back?

The tempest holds our throats,

But I will stay afloat.

I'm tired of all these things,

That separate our ties.

And I believe that everyone goes bad.

But do you see that we all can go back?

But I won't go, head first into the cold

I wish that I had more of you in me.

But I don't... .