Sangtekst: Release. The Pain Inside. Point Blank.

Decieve me, it's not the way. This game stops, cause I won't play. I refuse to put trust on you, you're a fake. I see right through the shield you hold, it's not true. A lie, a joke to you, but then you fall, I won't be there. It's your turn, I've gotten my share, of the deal which you dealt. A lie in which I felt was true. I had trust in you, the X on your hand wasn't you!

Trying to choose the right path to take. Putting my beliefs all at stake. Distinguish the fine line of wrong and right, changing friends and losingsight, of what I once had, and what you once said. Now it's all gone, only a memory in my head