When did the lines all blur to gray
And you may never see them?
How can I sleep when youre awake?
Whats the point in dreamin?
I close my eyes and feel the weight
Fallin from the ceilin
On the floor screamin no, oh
《The Peoples Thieves - Now That Were Alone》
My past has tasted bitter for years now so I wield an iron fist
Grace is just weakness, or so Ive been told
Ive been cold, Ive been merciless
But the blood on my hands scares me to death
Maybe Im waking up today