The morning light touch your eyes but you're not bothered
The sheets are warm, you don't want to go
Your body aches, you're the slave of your own boredom
And life just goes with the flow
The morning light leaves you blind, you're the blind runner
Your cyclic way is the nowhere road
But every day is the chance, is the new battle
Without the risk there's no reward
No one to help you on the run
And they have left you one by one
The bleeding heart turns into stone
But changes are about to come!
Fixated on past mistakes you're too blind to see that
There's thousand chances, thousand open roads
Thousand ways to reach your destination
You have to choose one that yours
Have to be one step ahead, have to win the battle
That is the gun of the modern man
To be sincere with yourself, to be fair with others
There is no sense to pretend
No one to help you on the run
And they have left you one by one
The bleeding heart turns into stone
When there's nobody on your own...
But if you're ever stuck alone
With no direction ain't no home
Just trust the voice inside your soul
And changes are about to come!