Woorden: Dirty Money. Other. No Escaping This.

We're sitting in this darkness, like we're trapped in a cell. I threw away my ambitions, and left my passions in hell. There's noone to turn to, i'm feeling so alone. But I guess this kind of shit, you've gotta handle on your own.

So I lie here waiting, for what comes next, another fucking snitch in a day-glow vest. Happiness is behind me it's impossible to find, so I sit and search for clarity in this distorted mind.

I'm being swamped with lies about security, how can I stand my ground. This choice was made for me.

We're still sitting in this darkness, like we're trapped in a cell. We've lost our ambitions and thrown our passions to hell. This world's a fucking prison, but it's without walls, and our own ignorance is gonna kill us all