Late at night I watch as the sun comes up - the break of day is not enough, was I really dead!
And I remember how I felt this time last year - wonder will it disappear somethings gotta give...
[Chorus:]
Never let go of that fiery sadness, throat full of heart - mouth of madness!
By mistake I swallow another pill - bittersweet is such a thrill - try to feel alive!
And I forget all the pain just goes away - wish that I could sleep all day disconnect myself...
[Chorus]
Is it better to defeat this monster - be secure in the silence or to be devoured, devoured!
And when I stand before you at the end of this...
Will I have enough guts to love those little slices of my death!
Never let go of that fiery sadness... never let go of that fiery sadness!
And I would rather have eyes that can't see, ears that can't hear -
Lips that can't speak... than a heart which no longer can beat...
This strange melancholy pervades me at which I hesitate to give the grave and that beautiful name of... my life!
On the other side of the scars - the way out is through the wound
On the other side of the scars - the way out is through the wound
Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says...
I'll try again tomorrow...
And I remember how I felt this time last year - wonder will it disappear somethings gotta give...
[Chorus:]
Never let go of that fiery sadness, throat full of heart - mouth of madness!
By mistake I swallow another pill - bittersweet is such a thrill - try to feel alive!
And I forget all the pain just goes away - wish that I could sleep all day disconnect myself...
[Chorus]
Is it better to defeat this monster - be secure in the silence or to be devoured, devoured!
And when I stand before you at the end of this...
Will I have enough guts to love those little slices of my death!
Never let go of that fiery sadness... never let go of that fiery sadness!
And I would rather have eyes that can't see, ears that can't hear -
Lips that can't speak... than a heart which no longer can beat...
This strange melancholy pervades me at which I hesitate to give the grave and that beautiful name of... my life!
On the other side of the scars - the way out is through the wound
On the other side of the scars - the way out is through the wound
Courage doesn't always roar, sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says...
I'll try again tomorrow...