The Inner Struggle
M.I.J.O
I've seen it all
The writings on the wall don't mean a thing
I've watched them all
The pictures on the screen are but a dream
Baby...
To drag myself right down
Through the troubles of your mind
You'll come again for me
Try to take what you can't find
Hell is on its way
Help! Not for days...
I'm growing tired
Running in a race that I can't win
Step after step
Frustration builds up
Won't you let me be?
Time and time and time again
My sight was clouded by your deeds
Awful deeds...
Maybe one day I'll feel the light
I've heard so many pleasant things
Hell is on its way Help! Not for days...
Tried to see it many times
But when you're drowning in yourself
You never feel alive
Hell is on its way
Help! Not for days...
