Superstitions and false routines,
The right before left run around and tunnel-eyed destiny
Opposition to what we need,
No one said breaking them would be easy

Cast away bad memories,
They will not ever let you sleep
And chance the thought of moving on
The way to the world starts with believing that you can

We can do it if you just decide,
To make ourselves bigger than our past designs
And reconsider what we need,
And what is just hanging on, for fear of defeat

Cast away bad memories,
They will not ever let you sleep
And chance the thought of moving on
The way to the world starts with believing

Hit the lights
Tell me, where do I recognize those eyes
Hit the lights
Tell me, where do I recognize those eyes
Hit the lights
Tell me, where do I recognize those eyes

Cast away,
Cast away,
Cast away bad memories,
They will not ever let you sleep
And chance the thought of moving on
The way to the world starts with believing