White Colored Lane

How far can we get? Have you ever wondered? Or does it always seem to be just the same Just another way to ignore our shame We fake and pretend, We play a game that makes us blind Yet gives us reasons to stay To keep the fight, to justify our addiction to this pain Is everything we had dead? For something has crumbled inside but we don't care No other choice, let's run away from this reality We don't want to face Is that blood from our nose over the floor? Or are those tears that come from our souls Painful, hollow, broken and buried Drowned in the well of dying dreams Forever gone, drifting away Melting the frozen emotions for a new day of despair Here comes the dreadful need to do it again We walk the white-colored lane And the remains of our strength lay shattered By the rush it makes us feel It seems we can't stand still There is some kind of empty space That reminds us our hopeless bitterness Is it all about what we lost? Or what we never had Our deepest yearnings are the voices that led us stray Through the goddamn path