The Head and the Heart

Poison fills the atmosphere

Ask me what am I doing here

I don't know

I should have left this place long ago

Holy wars and nightly chores

Priests knocking at your front door

Get them out

No longer sure what they're on about

Sinking in this state of fear

Watch our futures disappear

Let it go, that's success you'll never know

If death could settle all we owe

How many would gladly go

Past a doubt

No longer sure what it's all about

Ask myself what good can it do

Tell myself change is overdue

And to throw your dreams away, never happen anyway

All caught it seems to me between debt and slavery

The worst over.

The worst is over due.

The worst is over.

The worst is over due.

The worst is over.