You've got the blood on your hands, I think it's my own. We can go down to the streets and follow the shores. Of all the people, we could be two. Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home.
Top of the world, bottom of the ocean. Top of the world, bottom of the ocean. They built you up and broke you down again. So now you hope to beat the surf in.
See how the skulls we build. Fill all the towers we build. Crash down fury red. There's cracks in our hearts and heads. . See how the skulls we build.