what are these words, what are these things
take me deeper and deeper away from anything
but push my mind, replace my soul
full frontal lobotomy, the burning air is cold

these crack are fault, the words choose their side
but after all these, they go for one more ride
setbacks are damages, only burning buildings fall
repression, aggression, only your words stand tall

gotta bounce back
falling down is no way to attack
gotta push on (push on)
you're waving white flags, there's no war to be won

and now i see the problem,
what you've become
liberate your own true soul,
how things are done
the issue: the damages that you break
your own true fault, your own demise,
its your own mistake

blind-sided in the eye,
the feeling of a flood
the pick between numbers 3 & 4
fills my lungs with blood
mangled legs mangled minds,
still stand alone
clicking fingers on the keys
is easier than the tone

gotta bounce back
falling down is no way to attack
gotta push on (push on)
you're waving white flags, there's no war to be won

no evacuations, no negotiations