Tell myself it's all right to be part of this life of aching
hearts and good times. I never felt this was a crime. Down
here. You can't tell me what to do Down here. You can't tell
what to feel. You can't touch me. You can't see me. If
you're lucky you'll hear me scream! Free myself from what
lies in the burden of 9 to 5. I take the time to cherish the
life and the memories that come with it i can't pretend that
life's 0.K., bleeding the blood of conformity. I hear my
angel sing her song of salvation and this is how it goes.
Woah Woah Woah...GO!