I`ve declined the straight line
theses blisters don`t lie
and I`ve been walkin on a barbwire for a while
I bet that I deserve the smoke that corrodes our name
and now these scars are slowly turning a part of me
(We`re) straying from the path
and from the spotlights
(We`re) straying from the path
and from the spotlights
Living dead clocks are calling
Crawling through my mornings
while my issues keep on laughing
shouting in the dancefloor
"Do you really need the sores that you claim?"
the same questions repeating, again and again
(We`re) straying from the path
and from the spotlights
(We`re) straying from the path
and from the spotlights
When I say I’ve got a fever
Don`t mistake with you disease
When I say I’ve got a fever...
Don’t step on my feet while I`m dancing this beat