SUCKAPUNCH

I’m getting visions of new beginnings
Don’t think you fit in, hurts to admit it
At last, I’m free from the past
We’re in the same room but stand on different sides
You could lose your mind trying to understand mine
It’s a sign of the times, cause

I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind

I’m getting visions, I’m pessimistic
Call it nihilistic
But really what is the point in making any noise?
Want to look forward but I’m so tortured
I’m feeling nauseous
I’m just a passenger of someone else’s good times, but

I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind

Oh, something I could never say
Why you gotta make me feel this way by lying to my face?
Oh, a suckapunch I can take
I wasn’t born yesterday
A bloodsport but I’m a saint
It’s time to consider there are no winners
I’m getting visions and you’re not fitting in

I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from, I rise from
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from, I rise from
I rise from, I rise from

Oh, something I could never say
Why you gotta make me feel this way by lying to my face?
Oh, a suckapunch I can take
I wasn’t born yesterday
A bloodsport but I’m a saint
It’s time to consider there are no winners
I’m getting visions, I’m getting visions
I’m getting visions