The walls are coming down, like a landslide in my life.
I am trying to be me, it seems only I know that I am right.
So I silence myself, like a muzzle.
Am I right?
Are you right?
I don't wanna be another statistic.
I want to stand out.
I want to be the candle on the mountain.
But you're vampires, and I am surrounded.
Take me, drain me, just like you waste me.
My neck is exposed, fresh for you.
If I run, my heart will bleed.
Then you'll taste my fear, and see in me.
So I shut my opinions out, like a muzzle.
Am I sane?
Are you sane?
I am so lost sometimes.
The spiral, it's endless.
But the choices I make turn out.
I lift off the muzzle.
The vampires were wrong, but I'm not.
The vampires are gone.
But why are you still here?