Papa Roach – Getting Away With Murder

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness
And I´m addicted to your punishment
And you´re the master
And I am waiting for disaster

[Chorus]
I feel irrational
So confrontational
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder
It isn´t possible
To ever tell the truth
But the reality is I´m getting away with murder
(Getting away, Getting away, Getting away)

I drink my drink and I don´t even want to
I think my thoughts when I don´t even need to
I never look back cause I don´t even want to
And I don´t need to
Because I´m getting away with murder