Lyrics by Lindsay Korth My hands are tied Behind my back By the lies I told myself Tried to pretend I didn't care Tried to be friendly beyond my length And it's when I look back I guess it's a way of life to show How we're going wrong They say we all have sold our souls, Is this what we're supposed to believe in? The truth that's deep That's asleep At the bottom of our minds At the bottom of our minds Take my bag and run through the world Run away from my own home Just to forget of my cross but i can't do (it) 'cos my home… Is me