It`s a sold life sun rise on the back of an old life Borrowed the style Cut all the ties in your foresight You`re only slaving in your own mind
But still life makes your heart
It`s a cold life Died in the back of a landslide Caught in the web swallowed your pride If your not certain then don`t dive The corner your eyes the sunrise
Controlled types Types that lay back and pay no mind Constantly burning their own kind It means more to me than to stay and fight I`ve lost more like that than I care to right
I`ve lost more inseide than the spirit that`s died In my state of mind what I`ve got to decide Here on in