Give me back the years that have flown by like another life
The scattering of pages have been torn from my book of life
And I’m... I...
I'm left standing
But I'm looking for a highway on the horizon
My life must find its way and get to the highway
And going on, going on fight
My life’s seeped by triviality and routine
My path’s painted with graphite
I'm sick of life’s monochrome spirit
I'm fucked up of odd scripts have been written not me
It’s time to get out the easel and buy the paints that inspire me
I'll paint my masterpiece
I'm not glued to my seat
I can see everything
My hands aren't tied
So why the hell are you sticking your scripts?
But I'm looking for a highway on the horizon
My life must find its way and get to the highway
And going on, going on fight