Dark days riding on a stone cold heart. Break my will, tear us apart. A lone candle burning in a pitch black room Should serve many but saves just a few.
You can't drink from the river when the rivers run dry. The writings on the wall written by the blind. I swear my bones will turn to ashes before I get done, Being thrown to the lions by the righteous ones.... These are dark days, dark dark days.
I have questions and I have doubts, When I touch that nerve will you push me down? You've got me barely hanging on by a half cut thread, Will you cut that too or pull me up instead?
There's a calm in knowing when your back's against the wall. Will you make your peace? Will you fight or crawl? I swear my bones will turn to ashes before I get done being thrown to the lions by the righteous ones. These are dark days, dark dark days.
There's a calm in knowing when your back's against the wall. Will you make your peace? Will you fight or crawl? I swear my bones will turn to ashes before I get done being thrown to the lions by the righteous ones. These are dark days, dark dark days.