gritted teeth and white knuckles
small ripples in big puddles
cold winds and astral shine
projecting your feelings onto mine
beauty in everywhere you look
one day you’ll let me off the hook
be the brave targets of hate
be what they use to dig your grave
stay up late when you’re laid down heavy
close your eyes and it’s morning already
time to leave, no time to grieve
it’s all you want, it’s all you need
dealer’s choice, and he could give a fuck
by my estimation, we made our own luck