The Roots

There's autumn sets the leaves on fire. The world is burning down but I could Never wish myself out better days. I smell the smoke of wasted years. I walk the gloomy city streets, But I can hardly recognize this Place. I finally have learned that I Have no roots to lean on, and any Weather's perfect to celebrate my Freedom. I quit this show, nothing. Just staying high, not hiding. I think I owe you nothing. And never failed nobody Else. My enemy is my best friend. Can feel the knife behind my back. It's like a nightmare that would never end. So you should know, my silly boy, You cannot sacrifice the voice. But when the voice is love, of course you Can. I finally have learned that I Have no roots to lean on, and Any weather's perfect to Celebrate my freedom. I quit the show of faith, just Staying high not hiding. I think I own nothing. And never said nobody lived. I finally Have learned I have no roots to Lean on. And any weather's perfect to Celebrate my freedom. I quit the show, nothing. Just staying high, not hiding. I think I owe you nothing. You never failed nobody, yeah.