Don't let me go On my own I'm finally free Pull this plug, let me breath Give me whats left of my life You spend your days counting the hours you're awake And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same It's a burden you've been burying in

For your lights to shine on me For your song inside of me This we bring to you Here I stand so patiently In the shadow of love Time goes by leaving me helpless Just to reach and try To live my life These are my reasons

As I live and breathe I'm watching, watching the world die We greet this with apathy no longer We must destroy and rebuild If we can't break the silence ( can we survive?) Search inside yourself (announce your life) We must break the silence Now we are

Oh clap your hands, clap your hands Turn the lights on my nights this is life and we only get one chance Come on dance, take a chance on romance, we only get one shot at love Clap your hands, clap your hands Shake me out of my misery oh oh oh Well I've

Shut up, shut up, shut up Shut your fucking mouth, this life is mine You’re gonna listen to what I say this time Shut up, shut up, shut up I’m so glad that you’re here I’m so glad you crawl this low It’s so sweet how you care I’ll bet you’re ready for

But does it matter then See everything go End of all things The life that we know Shift your point of view You've been warned This one-way ticket is for you When all the laughter dies We'll see nothings and realize

Water, water Teardrops are falling like rain Still hear you calling my name I’ll see your light In the water for all my life Can’t go back Can’t fight this ‘Daughter, daughter Snowfall on the treetops

(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

Coming in from the cold We're coming in, we're coming in (coming in) In this life, in this life, in this life Would you let the system make you kill your brotherman? In this, oh sweet life We're (we're coming in from the cold) We're coming in from the