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I’m hanging on a threat
So much in me feels sick but I only want
To confront
What’s meant for me with a hint of dignity

Dreadful to see
A life lived as a slave for the industry
Smothered fantasies
Gone down the drain along with the poison running through the vein

I’ve felt the temptation
Pleasure gained by addiction
But I won’t trade my pride for feeling good
I’ll suffer just as much as I need to

(Chorus)
I’m not the one who’s waiting for you
I won’t give in, I belong to no one
I am not the one with a guilty conscience
But is it wrong to belong to no one

I learned the hard way
To appreciate myself too much to love
Unconditionally
But so much control has left a hole in me

Suspicions wear me down
I will never be completely free
I’m a servant
Of my obsession to question everything

I’ve felt the temptation
Happiness gained by illusions
But I won’t deceive my mind with substitutes
I’ll rather grow as much as I need to

(Chorus)

In the midst of chaos
On these decadent streets
I stand at the crossroads
Should I pretend or surrender?
I’m hanging on a threat   So much in me feels sick but I only want   To confront   What’s meant for me with a hint of dignity      Dreadful to see   A life lived as a slave for the industry   Smothered fantasies   Gone down the drain along with the poison running through the vein      I’ve felt the temptation   Pleasure gained by addiction   But I won’t trade my pride for feeling good   I’ll suffer just as much as I need to      (Chorus)   I’m not the one who’s waiting for you   I won’t give in, I belong to no one   I am not the one with a guilty conscience   But is it wrong to belong to no one      I learned the hard way   To appreciate myself too much to love   Unconditionally   But so much control has left a hole in me      Suspicions wear me down   I will never be completely free   I’m a servant   Of my obsession to question everything      I’ve felt the temptation   Happiness gained by illusions   But I won’t deceive my mind with substitutes   I’ll rather grow as much as I need to      (Chorus)      In the midst of chaos   On these decadent streets   I stand at the crossroads   Should I pretend or surrender?