I'm ready to leave, I'm ready to live. You don't have that much to offer me. Creating new dimensions, opening new doors.
That is my style, and I will not suffer for all the status you have to offer. I'm ready to leave this world which isn't mine,
I'm ready to live with the fact that the more I want, the less you're willing to give me. Behind your love, you build up hatred.
With your caressing hands, you're prepared to strike me down. May mothers cut the throats of their newborn babies,
may all the believers renounce their f****** gods. But I will always be ready to leave, I will always be ready to live. For those I love, and hold close, I will suffer. and not for what the rest has to offer.
That is my style, and I will not suffer for all the status you have to offer. I'm ready to leave this world which isn't mine,
I'm ready to live with the fact that the more I want, the less you're willing to give me. Behind your love, you build up hatred.
With your caressing hands, you're prepared to strike me down. May mothers cut the throats of their newborn babies,
may all the believers renounce their f****** gods. But I will always be ready to leave, I will always be ready to live. For those I love, and hold close, I will suffer. and not for what the rest has to offer.