When I’m lost . . . I find a way. 
I hear voices. I feel them surround me, 
pull me from the edge. 
I close my eyes and . . . . 

my luck keeps holding strong, 
even when the boot comes down. 
Waiting for the revolution but there’s no one around except the . . . hands out of nowhere, saving me again. 
There’s always something there watching out for me, 
if I’m suffocating, it gives me air. 

Finally now I remember, 
but where I’m going now, I’m not sure. 
Only one thing matters much to me anymore. 

I’m looking for you. 
Can you imagine? You can’t think. 
You won’t find a way this time to frighten me. 
You’re running scared, now, always looking 
over your shoulder for a place where 
you don’t see my face. 

But my luck keeps holding so strong, 
even with the state I’m in. 
I’m like a revolution of one, even when I stumble I win. 

Because there’s hands out of nowhere, saving me again. 
There’s always something there, watching out for me. 
When I’m suffocating, it gives me air. 

I’m like a cat with only a few lives left 
and I’m crawling through the shadows. 
Watching my back waiting for the attack that I know is 
coming . . . I feel it&#8217;s near<br><br>Thanks to thudord