This is the place where everyone is living under the gun.
We're being fed by hand of fear. Who knows the way out of here?
Among this crowd we feel alone and we feel so cold.
Along this road I lost my home, now I'm on my own.

No more turning back, no more turning back.
No turning back, I'm leaving all the things behind..

Welcome to the streets of nowhereland, where promises are sand.
You'll never leave.
We're born to live and live to die. Just roll of a dice,
And you will leave. But not alive.

I'll dig my way out of this world, and never will return.
I'll dig my grave cause I deserve a place to rest eternally.
We are all the same, longing for the final day
when it all comes falling down. We run ourselves into the ground.

No more turning back, no more turning back.
Hope has never found the seeds to grow in this place.

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