What if I want to fall and create my peculiar sin?
What if I need to go away, strayed from everything?
What if I see the end like nothing more than a curse?
What if I hold my hate crawling out of my grave?
What if I stain my pain all over this fucking place?
What if I suffocate my soul against your blame?
What if I run away?
I keep looking for my place
To become another sick
It gets so simple when there’s nothing more to hate
I will find another way
To kill what I’m supposed to be
It gets so simple when there is no one else to blame
What if I need to destroy everything for a change?
What if I want to lose myself behind my shame?
What if I cut my own face, just to see what I can be?
What if I ruin your fate, just to hear all your complaints?
What if I run away?
I keep looking for my place
To become another sick
It gets so simple when there’s nothing more to hate
I will find another way
To kill what I’m supposed to be
It gets so simple when there is no one else to blame
Composição: Fernando Criscione / Ivan Dias / Mauricio Wolf / Sebastian Lopez / Victor Santo