Head Cold

So this is not a question of remorse

Who are you to know that there's more to this story

That the inside are often misinformed

This is not a question of remorse

Just one of satisfaction

You know nothing of sleepless nights

Try to sleep with a box on your head

Teased, battered, and broken and cold

You know nothing of sleepless nights

Once a successful man

Now a believing in violence man

Through his youth, an offended man

Played with fire, a risky man

Now nothing matters (I followed my dreams, took my chances)

Not a question of remorse (Just one of satisfaction)

As far as I can see, there's nothing here for me

Nothing that I can be shown (Nothing that I can be shown)

These days I feel like I'm just running out of time

'Cause I can't do this all alone

Let me say one more time

I've never seen anything but guilt in your eyes

Why not ask for help, this is all you need

But then again, who am I to judge someone else

I've been dealing on my own for years

Once a successful man

Now a believing in violence man

Through his youth, an offended man

Play with fire, you will get burnt

My, the tables have turned

As far as I can see, there's nothing here for me

Nothing that I can be shown (Nothing that I can be shown)

These days I feel like I'm just running out of time

'Cause I can't do this all alone

All Alone

Fight the power, you believe in violence

I believe in freedom

Fight the power, you believe in silence

I believe in freedom

Fight the power, you believe in violence

I believe in freedom

Fight power, you believe in freedom