Vārdi: Estrange. Convictions.

You've got some nerve showing up here again
Last time you proved not to be my friend
Explosives placed in my mind
I could have died
I could have died
I could have died

And you are of the specific kind
Who seperates wrong from right
And now you want me by your side
I'd rather die
I'd rather die

I write a letter just in case
I would fall astray
Hope is the preservatives for my thoughts
And so ruling their course
Convictions balance on a doubt
And that's the way I go about

Stuck in this endless borderland
Chasing everything that I am
And every part i want to deny
You cut it out place it in the spotlight

I write a letter just in case
I would fall astray
Hope is the preservatives for my thoughts
And so ruling their course
Convictions balance on a doubt
And that's the way I go about

Devoid of meaning
Compulsive and bared
But I'll be alright

(Thanks to john for these lyrics)