Tekstovi: Mr. Big. Get Over It. My New Religion.

Fears is a thief in the night
It leaves you hopeless
I believe it dreamed, I believe in flying
I am what I am, what I am
And I'm sorry if I displease you
What am I fighting for
It's not my war

Till today I was in my way
Clouding up the lens
Of my own vision

I gave up on magic wands
For the right to get it wrong
And brave the world's collisions
I'll turn out the crystal ball
If I stumble I will crawl
It's my new religion

I'd rather be banging my head
Even if it kills me
I believe in chance
I believe in crashing

Better you're true to yourself
Than a perfect shadow
Of somebody else
An empty shell

Here today I'm gonna
Run my own way
Somehow I don't need
Your permission