Stand like a wave, ready to crash. I’m slipping
Save my blood. Cold blood
I feel the scales of justice are tipping
Save my blood. Cold blood. For them
Waiting for consequence. (To catch up like the last time.)
Aiming for consciousness. (To last me a lifetime.)
Retrace those lines in the sand
So that the boundaries are clear
Well now I know where I stand
There’s not a secret to keep here
Like a wave
The surge. The drop
You can call it a journey or you can call it home
Waiting for consequence. (To catch up like the last time.)
Aiming for consciousness. (To last me a lifetime.)
I’m sure I’ve been here before, but never needed the guidance
The days resemble a spiral, when they’ve been spent on avoidance
Time turns feeling to a fact and it’s giving my cold blood some heat
