I stand on different lines
And dance on twisted knives
And if I fall the fall
You will not see me crawl

The gravitation's fading
Who the [bad word] am I?
The muddy waves of chaos
They take me in and rise

Let [bad word] down
Let the [bad word] 
It will be rain to-night
Let the [bad word] 

These wounds won't kill me
They'll make me grow inside
I will try to use them
And wear my scars with pride

Fear, failure, hurt, wrath
Won't take my lust for life
Solace, love, courage, grip
Will make me survive