<i>There are things,
That I said I would never do.</i>
For my soul,
Is too sick and too little and too late.</i>
<i>
The more I stay in here,
The more I disappear.</i>
<i>As far as I have gone,
I knew what side I’m on.
But now I’m not so sure,
The line begins to blur.</i>
<i>
You’re keeping in step, with the line,
With your chin held high and you feel just fine,
Cuz you do, what you’re told,
But inside your heart it is black and it’s hollow and it’s cold.</i>
<i>
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?</i>
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Will you get up off your knees?</i>
<i>
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you wanna change it?</i>