i guess it s time to make it easier on ourselves is it time to let our feeling have their ways i know this time i won t do anything at all this time i ll let the fire burn out of control i get a feeling i can make it on my own like it s meant to be my kingdom and my throne but i can only make it last a little more if i d only let that fire burn out of control so c mon now nomadic you nomadic me i m walking on my knees nomadic you nomadic me a lot of things to see i got a ticket for a nowhere ride everyday i ve been a bit outside nomadic you we re so not related i m so scared of heights thats why i never learned to walk into the lights i know it s time to say again you ll never send me back now it s history but the fire burned out of control like if i was just nobody would i still be such a mess if i would i d never confess and there s you with all your sorrowns all those tears behind blackened eyes you hide behind your fake disguise