He tried to make everything work out according to the plans that he laid
But he watched it blow up in his face like a pulled pin hand grenade

And Im not yet free
And Im not my own at all

I dont think that staying here is such a good idea
Come with me well run away well find escape from fear
And I miss the days when my offense was playing in the rain

I said youre building, breaking, watching, taking a little bit more than I had to give
I said youre moving, losing, taking, breaking, a little bit more than I had to give

And it wont change
Why should I change?
Why dont you take my hand?
Cause there aint no promised land