I know I don't want you
I feel broken insight and miles away from what I thought
Bells are ringing again, let the devil out again
far away from what I thought
And I see you in my back yard,
Weak and restless faces for everyone,
And just a few contest
Take me to my promised land
if it's all I undertand
I'm half dead but I can break you too
Mother bring me home,'cause nobody wrestles
And I see it in my back yard
It's trying to break through
And everybody feels but just a few contest