Soilwork - Memories Confined

This dream institutionalized My memories confined Every word that was laid on my tongue Is going to fry Let it live... Let it live There is no savior and there is no gun That can kill all this honor of mine And get it done... Get it done There's no celebration The rain comes crashing down We're off to a deeper meaning We are unconditionally bound But we are... We are The only thing that matters in the end But these scars... These scars Are well shaped nightmares that pull us down It's forever, I won't give in This feeling won't be patronized All together, we won't believe Our wish will be bastardized There is no savior and there is no gun That can kill all this honor of mine And get it done... Get it done There is no savior and there is no gun That can kill all this honor of mine And make me run... Make me run