go out
to the fight
no doubt
hate for the other side
but that ain’t what it’s all about
the bet is over now
we’re running from the red
but the target is on our heads
cuz i been feeling far away
my arms stretch out
drag the lake
drown in solace
i don’t wanna wait
i want to know when
the gas is on the way
don’t wanna be on the fence
& find it all too late
and i see you nervous on your own
but sometimes it’s better unknown
when you see the signs it’s underway
too late
