The Fallen

Searching now
My own mind

All the stuff we've been trough
All the nights spent on clear

I dont know if I am the same anymore
Promises of paradise
Again

I gotta shout
Tell everyone
The pain resides inside me
All the walls are crumbling

Im tired
Of driving
On those old roads

Im tired
Of driving
On those old roads

We are bigger
The revenge of
The fallen ones
The broken ones

We are better
Than ourselves of the past
Those we left behind

We are bigger
We are better
Than ourselves
Than ourselves

Learning from
Every step
Broken strings
Empty cups

The sky within the sky
A halo on the Sun
Another way of see
Ourselves

Im tired
Of driving
On those old roads

Im tired
Of driving
On those old roads

We are bigger
The revenge of
The fallen ones
The broken ones

We are better
Than ourselves of the past
Those we left behind

We are bigger
We are better
Than ourselves
Than ourselves