[bad word] we move from town to town
So tired my make up's melting down
The [bad word] as we drive
It is my world it is my live [bad word] You're sure that we will fade away
I hear you laughing as you say
"Nobody makes it anyway"
But we can't lie
If we are made to die
Then we will die

No you can't tell 
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it's breaking me
(can you hear me?)
You think you can sell all the tears that I bleed
You don't know how it's killing me
(can you hear me?)
Burning like ice 'cause this can't be my place
Right between [bad word] and paradise
(can you hear me?)
This is your world and I'll show you my rage
Look at me can you hear my voice?

You live we burn yeah it's OK
But if we turn into Butterflies
Tied hands [bad word] beautiful wings
then start [bad word] cause you can't win
The push inside will find its way
Will burn exploding to your face
Music inside of me will be
The sound of rain
The sound of life
You'll need it to survive
We'll win the war
We lose it