Its 8 am I'm felling sick and insecure My life is not that great and I keep struggling I need to stand up and start to make it good for me Or its better lay my body and wait for my own grave
I'm not sure if I have the strength to make it real But the clock is ticking and my life is on the way Washing out my face, looking the mirror and I see myself Locked in a prison with my name all written in blood
Maybe its time to make it count because I really want to live
I'm ready to roll
But now inside my soul I hear a voice that's asking for my pain!
It's outta control
Is it time to go?
[Refrão]
I'm feeling alive to runaway out all this things Inside my mind!
The pain feels so much pure than a smile over my face Its inside my mind!
Maybe I'm feeling sick of this false happiness Just inside my mind
My legs are shaking, my brain spun out of my head
But I still feeling this madness... that is inside my mind!
[Refrão]
Ending out the day, the sun is now behind the dark Back now at home without strength to carry on The voice is now so loud and I'm about to blow my mind My gun is fully loaded, ready to make it go away
These bullets now smile to me because they're waiting for my death
Blowing my brain
The trigger under my finger is pulled down to stop me
But I'm still alive
Out of my mind
[Refrão]
I'm feeling alive to runaway out all this things Inside my mind!
The pain feels so much pure than a smile over my face Its inside my mind!
Maybe I'm feeling sick of this false happiness Just inside my mind
My legs are shaking, my brain spun out of my head
But I still feeling this madness... that is inside my mind!
[Refrão]
Overcome my death... I'm feeling free now
The chains are outta me! My soul was set free! And you cant handle me!
No one to feel my pain, I'm feeling alive again, ready to madness!
Look inside your head! I'm not done yet! I'm over existence!
My spirit is a jail for you. And make you feel brand new. Death becomes your life!
Compositores: Jefferson Castanheira, Guilherme Carucio, Fabrizio Carucio, Alexandre Martins