[Music & lyrics by D. Gildenlow]      I thought I'd seen hell   Thought I knew it all   Now I know too well   Hell is to wake up   But it makes all the difference   Hej!      [tema]      Tasting the tears in my mouth   Taking the weight on my shoulders   The hours and days of your life   Don't necessarily make you older      I'm sick of running away   Along these bloody streets   I'm sick of predators and prey   Of being everybody's end!      I've washed my hands of your blood   Thought it would leave me clean   But with time on my hands   It turned to mud forming this crust of sin      Now - to be truly free   I'll let it come to me   So - break me if you must   When you break this crust   Freedom is to see      Hear this voice, see this man   Standing before you I'm just a child   Just a man learning to yield      I hate these hands soaked in blood   I hate what these eyes have seen   Up to my knees in filth and mud   How it hurts to become clean      I was always on my mind   But never on my side   So run - but if you run away   You'll always have to hide   So if you need to run   Run for help