Holes in my maps

"a place to take roots and grow up strong"
I'll cut every tongue saying these words on a rusty wire.
Don't tell me stories to feed my mind.

The path i lead, the cruel law i must heed.
I laugh at myself : innocence left in childhood,
Am i now better understood?

Don't be too late
'cause i can't sleep 'till my clock keeps ticking backwards.
Walk on water like jesus did

Don't be too late
'cause i can't sleep 'till my clock keeps ticking backwards.
Don't be too late
Five words, i'm enchained to you but i fall through the holes in my maps

Don't be too late
Walk on water like jesus did