Rise or fall we turn into rainy days
Where we have lost our faith bringing us home

I don’t know whether it’s snow or rain
I want a happy face instead of my own

I don’t want to be recognized 
In the place I’ve been left behind 
In disgrace with the taste of victory

Emptiness in everything what u [bad word] revokes all sense of what u believe 

Scared to fall we crawl on the edge of deep
Embraced by the blistering cold, falling asleep

I don’t want to be recognized 
In the place I’ve been left behind 
In disgrace with the taste of victory