N8: Nothing's the same and you think that I'm pissed It's always a cycle, a push and a twist You think you know me, but I know that's shit These fucking holes come from walls versus fist
Alan Baker: A canvas so beaten and torn This where people like us have been born Striving for independence, that image So unattainable, and you're spiraling out of control
Nate: A painting you never cared to finish
Alex: Down this beaten path you've once walked before A body so worn, never as bright, never will gleam
Nate: Swimming in a sea you can't have Intentions strayed from your holy path
It's the way this house echoes when no one's home I'll go up to the bathroom and watch myself drown
Armed with a mirror and a pair of goggles Just tools to prove that when I'm gone, nothing will change