once again i am compelled to go into my own past
seem like i did something wrong in the past
no crimes in my past
someone cut off my wings
they stand on the right side
no where for me to hide
can this be wrong
no answer today
low your voice
low your head
see crimes happening
my desire to speak
my desire to speak
what time what time
my chance is coming
i'm right as i used to be
snow cover surface
fierce eyes stare at me
low your voice
stupid and real
low your head
