Up In Arms

Dying days wont even change you.
Why cant you see the truth?
Your fucking selfish heart retired for its use.
Years before i knew all the things you said.
But as this eats you up alive,
Don't let it slip on your death bed.
We know the score, theres no excuse.
We're holding out for better news.
One chance, one shot, your wasting all you've got.
One chance, last try, will you leave satisfied?
And you know it. this is our final fight.
Our final fight, this is the end.
If you've got numbered days, why not start today?
Your losing grip.