Lyrics
By the count of three, we are compelled to leave
No regrets, No remorse, no hard feelings
We have to cut the cord before we get too old
This place now stinks, gore is on the wall
Don't you see
You always liked the consequence of dream
So let me be the one to set you free
It is your chance to leave, It is your chance to leave this murder scene
I think I can see, a distant victory
I rip up the flag and you follow me
Don't you see
You always liked the consequence of dream
So let me be the one to set you free
It is your chance to leave, It is your chance to leave this murder scene
I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming