Is it cold enough to breathe? Could I move without the pain? Did someone call my name? Is that the sun or does it rain? When I'm on my feet again And soar on my wings Every cloud turns to black I feel the knife in my back When you turn to walk away When you least expect it It's the closest one to stab The knives in your back Beneath the surge it's clear No fear whence here's no hope It's everytime I rise above Oh, when I can't seem to cope When I'm on my feet again And soar on my wings Every cloud turns to black I feel the knife in my back When you turn to walk away When you least expect it It's the closest one to stab The knives in your back Am I asleep or were you here? I don't want to be awake I wish that I could speak But if I could is it too late? Within my misery, I am free Underneath the fear and dark I am me When I'm on my feet again And soar on my wings Every cloud turns to black I feel the knife in my back When you turn to walk away When you least expect it It's the closest one to stab The knives in your back