Grace the Fulcrum

Be the sound
that runs through my head...
Me, I'm already dead.
If the smoke from town
that tears the skyline down
is any indication that it's time.

Blood in my veins and what do I do?
Poison my brain and act like a fool.

A step and I'm sure this is what I've been fighting for.
Two decades rolling on with no regrets.
It begins again with every breath that I take in
and the air is tasting different now my friend.

Blood in my veins and what do I do?
Poison my brain and act like a fool.