I’m not your caravan, I’m not an oasis truly, this taste of hell smells like it’s coming closer. So if you claim it’s my fault there’s no need to exalt, whatever comes becomes a bitter sweet memory, yeah and everything is blown
So tell me if I’m wrong, it seems to me you’ve suffered much too long. So tell me if I’m right, it seems to me you’ve given up your fight
If water dries out, baby, reserve supplies are empty, will you feel that we are running out of time. The edge is coming closer, huge steps, it will be over, whatever’s next is an opinion, nothing more and again it’s blown
So tell me if I’m right, have you ever tried, tell me if I'm right to feel alive.