No Turning Around

The ashes burn through your lungs, feel the pain
It’s just the start of war, of the playing the game
And now I’m under your bed and up in your head
And you tell me I suck and wish I were dead
Do you miss the palace that you put me in?

Well there goes the dream that you had for me
I, I guess I’m burning it down
It’s so/all fucked and there’s no turning around
All the fake promises, prisonlike
All your questioning doubt
It’s so/all fucked and there’s no turning, turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around

Oh, please. stop being dramatic!
You suck me dry, addicted, fanatic
And now I’m believing disillusions
You’re just mad cause one drink, you lose it!

Oh, please. stop being dramatic!
You suck me dry, addicted, fanatic
And now I’m believing disillusions
You’re just mad cause one drink, you lose it!

There goes the dream that you had for me
I, I guess I’m burning it down
It’s so/all fucked and there’s no turning around
All the fake promises, prisonlike
All your questioning doubt
It’s so/all fucked and there’s no turning
It’s so/all fucked and there’s no turning around