I wore it out, I played along a bit and missed a hit. I? out of trace now, walked away now, alright... tried to fight, I look at emptiness, my private mess. I? out of place now, just walked away now, alright... gimme back the choice to win again, gimme back the voice so I can sing along with them. I? out of trace now, lost my face now, alright... wore it out, I played along a bit, missed a hit. I? out of place now, walked away now, alright... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over... peace is over