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• Artiste: A Scent Like Wolves
• Titre: Rat Race
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I don’t live wanna live a lie I’m diving into what seems like hell again I’m still waking up in the same place, stuck in the rat race Seeing the same old shit Everyday is a headache, feeling my soul take hits I can’t withstand When will the tide change for my own sake? The pain is relentless Can someone stop me from falling head first over the precipice This isn’t how I wanted to be Rejection inside, reflects what I see Show me the path that I was meant to lead The fire inside, it’s all that I breathe Don’t listen to them it’s their apathy Holding you back when I’m stuck in this misery All I can teach you is mistakes are memories Follow your heart again, reclaim the light I need Now you know what it’s like to be a stranger with no home I feel the fire, it’s coursing through my throat Can you hear the cry my soul makes? It’s weeping all alone Breaking down my walls and it pulls me away To an ocean surrounding this abysmal ache In the end, this is hell (This is hell) Almost Human: It’s how we’re engineered Chemistry brings us safety You can’t delete what we fear Our vision ever-changing Teleport to a world away We’re leaving, retreating in a whirlwind Every day we fucking compromise So sick and tired of feeling that I’m not alive My conscious blurs the line between the truth and lies Fantasy, I want to live a life beyond the stars Reality, always searching for an exit I wanna see the skies of other lands And not pretend Please understand Human sense, take it back Programmed lies, system hack All these versions of my past Yearn for answers I don’t have Teleport to a world away We’re leaving, retreating in a whirlwind I’m loosing my grip and there’s nothing to say We’re healing, believing in our own skin Our rebellion has no end Rusted shells obscure Networks of hollow core We’re all dead and gone (We’re dead and gone) Teleport to a world away We’re leaving, retreating in a whirlwind I’m loosing my grip and there’s nothing to say We’re healing, believing in our own skin We’re all dead and gone