Superstitions and false routines,
The right before left run around and tunnel-eyed destiny.
Opposition to what we need,
No one said breaking them would be easy.

Cast away bad memories,
They will not ever let you sleep.
And chance the thought of moving on.
The way to the world starts with believing that you can.

We can do it if you just decide,
To make ourselves bigger than our past designs.
And reconsider what we need,
And what is just hanging on, for fear of defeat.

Cast away bad memories,
They will not ever let you sleep.
And chance the thought of moving on.
The way to the world starts with believing.

Hit the lights.
Tell me, where do I recognize those eyes.
Hit the lights.
Tell me, where do I recognize those eyes.
Hit the lights.
Tell me, where do I recognize those eyes.

Cast away,
Cast away,
Cast away bad memories,
They will not ever let you sleep.
And chance the thought of moving on.
The way to the world starts with believing.