Teksty: Blood Stands Still. Tomorrow The World. These Walls.

What can you do, when you've been left for dead? Anger and hate fills my lungs, they win. I..m on the edge of my sanity - I'm punching through these walls again. So what now? Scream until I'm blue in the face, but no one hears me. Cut me down, I feel so lost now, as they attempt to slit my throat, they win. Bite the bullet, play the cards I've been dealt. Scream until I'm blue in the face, they're poking at me, like a syringe in my neck. I'm dead wrong, one last time, oh my god! I'm dead wrong