Would you trust in my good will and my good intentions
You pull our skin back we have the same blood
You pull our muscles back we have the same bones
You pull the bounderies we live the same land
You pull our nation back we have the same soul
Would you trust in my good will and my good intentions
I need to find beauty through ugliness, meaning through chaos
Enlightenment through darkness, empowerment through failures
Recovery through mania
Recovery through mania, recovery through mania, mania
Trust in my good will and my good intentions
We are raw handwritten lines
For the time that has been given
We are little tracks of time
Scars and marks written
Segment of time, tatoos and signs
We are raw handwritten lines
We are raw handwritten lines
Would you trust in my good will and my good intentions