I don't see the point in this no more
Whip the dead horse, yeah
I don't have a grip like once before
Used up life force, yeah
Way too gone
For us to meet halfway
You see the line in the sand
Don't wash away
I don't like the thought of this no more
I know you know, yeah
You can’t stand the sight of me no more
Oh, but its easter for a dead horse
He day i go
Way too gone
For us to meet halfway
You see the line in the sand
Don't wash away
You got to break it down
You see the contrast fade
Your black my white
A battleship gray
Composição: S. Reed