Lyric

Cold logic pressed against the cheek, concrete floor

Thirty years gone, but the ghost is at the door

Under the skin, yeah, the memory remains

A chemical burn flowing through the veins

Flip the channel, watch the justice parade

Applause in the studio, a crusade made

They point the finger at the monster of the week

But the truth is a language that they cannot speak

They draw a line, simple and white

Divide the dark from the blinding light

But looking back at the mess we made

IT’S NOT BLACK AND WHITE!

The truth is muddy, heavy, buried inside!

Victim or Villain? The roles rearrange!

In the chaos of youth, we were all deranged!

TEAR DOWN THE SCREEN!

Yo, GRIP the remote, hijack the VIEW

Yesterday was ME, but the target is YOU!

Laughing, Crying, HEADS spinning 'round!

FLESH and BONE on the battleground!

Don't talk to me about losing the fight

Or who was wrong and who was right

I saw the exit, I took the chance

Stepped out of the circle of the devil’s dance

They call it running away

I call it survival

They say I lost the game

I say I’m still breathing

It wasn't fear

IT WAS A CHOICE!

MY LAST CHOICE!

THE TRUTH IS MUDDY, HEAVY, BURIED INSIDE!

Words cannot paint what we felt that night!

I ran to live!

I ran to survive!

The only way to keep myself alive!

Running is winning

Just to breathe

Just to be

…I survived