I want nothing but a chance to run
I want nothing but a rebel sun
I want nothing but sanity
I want nothing but a fever dream
Yeah I've got a demon in my home
But a fire getting brighter as the night gets cold
I gotta get away before the good is gone
And I trade a couple dollars for a poor man's soul
Yeah I've been crawling to the glory days
And the more I keep on talking the more I go to waste
What's a war if the winner can not die with grace
I'm breaking out babe I wanna get away