Running with scissors
is a fast way to the grave
But what if there's a rope that needs to be cut everyday
To get ahead, to get along
I'm never right, never wrong

Alone... till dawn
How long... till dawn?

Undercover missions
the same face, different soul
Infiltrate the scene, despite the smell so foul
To get ahead, to get along
They are right, I am wrong

Alone... till dawn
How long... till dawn?

We break the rules for what we yearn
We compromise our will to learn
Don't sacrifice the inner burn