Back to the grind, end of the line. Back to the life I knew. Pain deep inside, swallow my pride. Still I think I'm losing you. . Nearing the end, more than a friend.
Like a freight train blow to the chest. You taste the backhand slap from God. But you say that nothing's new. You've lived a life of pain and loss. . The scars you bare attest.
Retribution, just solution, there's no other way. Haunted by your actions of which you have yet to pay. Caustic bursts of filth that just spew out of that mouth.
You build up your walls. And burn a bridge with every fight. Cast crippling stones that do. Offend with all of your might. . And you're so convinced. Ignorant defense.
I wash my hands of the troubled past. A brand new feast and I trimmed the fat. Our time is precious, we start anew. The fruits abundant without you. .
Now that push turned to shove, damn it. And my mind is my own. Still you poke and you prod daily. With that off setting harsh tone. . And you thought that you had me.
Your thoughts attack, you made your bed. You moved your king, now rest your head. The cutting edge or so you think. Your thoughts are ancient, your ways extinct.
Best be prepared to meet your maker. Best be prepared to face your god. Justified unholy nightmare. Crucified of pride, you're robbed. . No escape, it's too late.
Scorching down the mountain with a roar of thunder. Ravenous undertow that drags you under. Violent thrashing in the jaws of fury. Scathing hate from the one man jury.