Young Again (feat. Chris Jones) - Hardwell

Secrets are kept best at family dinner tables I store my best friends in body bags Oops caught another body on my way back home Bones buried in the dirt blood stains on stone I have dug another hole on my graveyard shift Shovel in the mud Getting rid of witnessed God damn i'll keep on running 'till i know The cops aren't knocking down my door FBI open up Get down! You're only guilty if you're caught You're only guilty if you do a bad job at hiding the traces You're only guilty if everybody knows it was you Secrets are kept best at family dinner tables None of my best friends know who i am I just can't quit while i'm at it Dependence sits at the core of the magic Repeating the omen Stuck in a nightmare cult As long as you increase the dosage You're only guilty if you're caught You're only guilty if you do a bad job at hiding the traces You're only guilty if everybody knows There's only blood on your hands If you don't care to wash it off in time We won't see eye to eye Because i'll always lie to get my fix Swore this was the last one But i can't stop 'til i got that hit One day you'll find me Bloody hands discovering the beast i am And with a sorry face i'll whisper I wish i was a different man

Just one day in the life So I can understand Fighting just to survive But you taught me I can We are the lucky ones We are, we are Oh we are the lucky ones We are, we are