Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cripper
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Britta Görtz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cripper
Producer
Curt Doernberg
Producer
Lyrics
Fear can grow where safety was
And hate will rise where love's lost
We're missing things we used to have
Are playing with what we need the most
At the time we recognize
We're giving up 'cause it's too late
I hide myself in strength and cover dirt with paint
Pretend to never bother but care from start to end
I am a friend rejector, too many I have lost
A promise doesn't matter, for I prefer distrust
I want to live in freedom, though I cannot let go
The more I try to pick up, the less I seem to know
I cannot stay where I am, don't know where else to run
The future left behind me, I'm waiting for what's gone
Bastards live where dreamers die
With angry source, respect runs dry
We want to stay and settle down
What we learn instead is how to leave
On the road we miss our homes
While being there can lock us in
I know I am a fighter, what for I still don't get
The reason I am still here is I don't dare to leave
I hate me for the reasons the others love me for
My strength and my endurance makes them leave me alone
Take a peek but do not touch
Dare to touch but don't take home
We need directives to feel free
It is the choice that insecures
Hopes are high and aims are great
What we can't have we want the most
Writer(s): Dennis Weber, Jonathan Stenger, Christian Broehenhorst, Britta Goertz
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