SUCKAPUNCH

I'm getting visions of new beginnings Don't think you fit in Hurts to admit it at last I'm free from my past We're in the same room but stand on different sides You could lose your mind Trying to understand mine It's a sign of the times (times) I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I'm getting visions, I'm pessimistic Call it nihilistic, but really what is the point In making any noise? Want to look forward but I'm so tortured I'm feeling nauseous I'm just a passenger of someone else's good times But I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind Oh, something I could never say Why you gotta make it feel this way by lying to my face? A suckapunch I can take I wasn't born yesterday A bloodsport but I'm a saint It's time to consider there are no winners I'm getting visions and you're not fitting in I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from, I rise from I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from, I rise from I rise from, I rise from I rise from the wreckage that you left behind I rise from, I rise from I rise from, I rise from Oh, something I could never say Why you gotta make it feel this way by lying to my face? A suckapunch I can take I wasn't born yesterday A bloodsport but I'm a saint It's time to consider there are no winners I'm getting visions, I'm getting visions I'm getting visions, oh