Out there all seem so fucking pretty,
I can not find the space to breath.
Out there you look so fucking pretty,
I am trying to reach the place to heal.
The city wiles transmute into treasure.
The city lights weaken my trust.
The real shines loom under pressure.
Modify the pleasure to begin.
So many pretty lights and
(So) many pretty signs but
I do not find the place to heal.
So many smiles that you won,
It satisfies but you know,
you did not find the place to heal.
These people are searching trough the ice sores
what in most of the time happens by chance
You build your own jail through the ice words,
There will not find the place to heal.
I find myself going through these jewels
going beyond its great beauty.
I recognize my layout for soul settings.
Restart the oblivion to believe.
So many pretty lights and
(So) many pretty signs but
I can not find the place to heal.
So many smiles that you won
It satisfies but you know
you can not find the place to heal.
You need the fake, I’m not the runner.
You need the fake, I’ve thrown my shields.
You need the fake, but I am not…
You need the fake, but I have not…
You do not find the place to heal
You want my veil, I am the outsider.
They want my veil, I walk with my fears.
You want me out, but I am not…
You want me out, but I am not…
I am trying to reach the place to heal.