'grew up on a man made line, that's left me warm. count your blessings, you're the lucky one. the view from this window is frail and brittle and i've done nothing to change anything. these hills in our hometown disguise the beaten down, can't turn a blind eye anymore.

i was raised in a certain way and i think i've let you down, so i change my ways and i'll find a brand new path.

let's crash these gates and join this party. i want to be welcomed not tolerated. i'm watching my own eyes. looking for truth, i started doubting but fell into the pool. this resolutions firm and panic sets in. in order to grow you must be open to learn.

grew up on a man made line, that's left me empty.

i've seen these scenes haunt me in my dreams, i've just begun to question why. how could i forget,
imaginary splits don't have a thing a to do with life.'

sparta - la cerca