Caving in to apathy, putting out the fire
Ridding of the simple need for the things we can't let go
Hold on
In the end when the dust has been settled, you'll wish that you'd settled the score
Justify nothing, just do it until you can do nothing more
If you're able
Think of all that's left unsaid
What pulls you down keeps taking me higher
Sad and jaded, still not dead
Blue and green are better than seeing red
Inches from catastrophe, driving in the nails
And you might lapse away from it, but not before the system fails
In the end when the dust has been settled, you'll wish that you'd settled the score
Turn the tables
Think of all that's left unsaid
What pulls you down keeps taking me higher
Sad and jaded, still not dead
Blue and green are better than seeing red
Welcome to your fate
Too toxic to relate
Try another blend
But don't tell me how it ends