Memories Confined

This dream's institutionalized, my memories confined. Every word that was laid on my tongue is going to fry. Let it live! There is no savior and there is no gun that can kill all this honor of mine, and get it done, and 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, and get it done. There is no savior and there is no gun that can kill all this honor of mine, And make me run.