Far behind your eyes I see your rage that holds you down.
There's no better time to burn the sage.
To turn around.
All's fair in love and war.
But all I see are blacks and greys.
My life will measure yours.
See you at the end of days.
Underneath your lies I feel betrayed.
It's getting old.
Never being locked down by your chains.
They're so cold.
Fighting all the pressure you receive.
Then you leave.
All's fair in love and war.
But all I see are blacks and greys.
My life will measure yours.
See you at the end of days.
But all I see are blacks and greys.
Needing and wanting more.
See you at the end of days.
You're troubled and fear moving on surroundings are burnt up and gone.
You can't even trust your own ways.
The darder it gets through this haze.
Will prove to be your end of days.
