What you call refuge from insanity I call battlefield.
We're sinking in deep oceans of prepotency.
And I want you to go with me to this wreck.
To breathe this poison we're exhaling.
To spread this feeling of underestimation.
You always knew my need to keep the distance.
Since you were not really important to my plans.
But things have changed.
True glory will not come if you still think you are an exception.
You don't know, you can get to a level you never thought.
(don't waste your only chance to be part of it).
I know, you know my intentions.
But what you need is something so far away from authenticity.
You're running straight the wrong way.
Don't waste your time trying to identify who will love you now.
And suddenly disappear without any trace.
You should notice that we can't decline this dance.
True glory will not come if you still think you are an exception.
You don't know, you can get to a level you never thought.
(don't waste your only chance to be part of it).
What you call refuge from insanity I call...