That we've sown too deep to dig out from beneath the skin.
We stab each other in the back,
To succeed in this game that's too easy to lose.
The last time we throw the dice and pull the hammer back,
Our aces high but the risks are higher.
Show your smile; it's time, so open wide,
And let me shovel down the same old shit you feed us every day.
Line up, face the wall,
Your eyes to the floor.
The cost of your denial,
Pulls you further down.
Bearing ourselves to the elements for the last time,
Pouring our hearts out and staining the dirt.
Turning our backs on the ignorant for the first time,
Feeling our fingers ground down to the bone.
Look at what we've done. It's Russian roulette,
With a fully loaded gun until the clip is empty.
We can die as one or fall and be divided,
Live in obscurity and bite the hand that feeds.
So place your bets and run, the outcome's been decided,
Now our time has come.
The cost of wanting something more has had it's fun.
So burn your bridges on the way out and don't forget that you belong to me.
Line up, face the wall,
Your eyes to the floor.
The cost of your denial,
Pulls you further down.
Bearing ourselves to the elements for the last time,
Pouring our hearts out and staining the dirt.
Turning our backs on the ignorant for the first time,
Feeling our fingers ground down to the bone.
No stone unturned,
Our bridges burned,
The cost of your denial,
Will drag you further down.
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