From what we know, still can't find a reason or
the right words to say. It'll be ok.
Wrapped up in all the things that are wrong.
It's the only trial so far, as the verdict falls down you still break away.
Caught up in a social degradation, you can't even see the truth.
We're only half as good at personal relations, look around and see the proof.
Only a few of us go in the right direction, even though we're singled out.
It's the only thing that keeps
me alive, I do what I have to do.
But we must grow, echoing the single most thing in the way.
What is the norm? Not living, longing, trying so much
harder than before. What if I, what if I run far away?
Would I still be seen the same? Break away.
- Only The Strong
- My Latter
- Get Up Again
- What I Have to Do
- Inner Strength
- Best I Am
- Out Of Whack
- One More Time
- No Time