Marathon - Birds In Row

Long live slavery

Just like the millions of us,

I’ve been looking for a way out

I still need to justify the anger that gives me reasons to not sleep at night

A reason to enjoy the silence when all them souls are home,

not aware of the relieving privilege of not singing such song

Our chains are made of abondons

Locked up with some rents and some fashions

I try to think though it ain’t worth shit in this world

And the way that I feel is just nothing I’m sure of

I only fear the mornings when doubts refuse to call

And if I give myself up into some lazy days it’s to escape from depression

I guess we’re all the same

Oh excuses, how I hate you

Oh excuses, I created excuses for you

And I’m sinking with you at the end

Wrong kids of the fate, we dream of safe shelters we would create

And this curse is a marathon we endure day after day

For passion and for love, no surrender

I keep trusting the kid once I was

And the way I feel is just nothing im sure of

But there’s still a reason why I refuse to fall

For passion — no surrender

Chains can’t hold the fire and acceptance kills the men

And if courage is a weakness in a world of clones,

I guess our stories become nothing but romantic jokes

I call it acceptance, when you don’t play your cards

I call it acceptance, when you don’t live your heart

We’ve only been taught how to say goodbye and thousand times,

Told stories we know nothing about

I call it acceptance, when you don’t play your cards

I call it acceptance, when you don’t live your heart

No excuses, I’ll leave the town

Cause I lived in a rollercoaster, for a little while

And it didn’t seem to get that high

This marathon has no end I know,

But all I can do is run

And I forgive my legs when they burn

And they burn.