Shouting Fire In A Crowded Room - The Bled

We have followed our leaders into the vault of a burning bank

We raised our children on dead end roads waiting to death in the summer wind

Looking for answers that I was never meant to find I swallow my tongue in defeat

Before I drown face down in the street

Waiting for the ambulance to arrive

I saved myself from you gagging to death on these prayers

My agony is self-inflicted

Burn my body at the stake

My love in effigy

My songs are gasoline in the mouth of a coward shouting «fire»

I swallow my questions down in fear

Before I know too much of myself trying to explain what keeps me falling to my knees.

The burden of living proof, I saved myself from you.

In case of a new emergency, I saved myself from you.

When nothing moves in the wake of regret, I saved myself from you.

I saved myself from the arms of corruption.