We can't keep living the way that we're living today, screaming inside for a different way. The blood's on my hands, me and you. I know the price 'cause I've been there too. I was offered the death, this is my reaction: separate my thinking from this fatal attraction. Murder in the mirror 'cause I'm better off dead. Finger on the trigger and the truth against my head. How come we look at the chains, but we can't put them down? Throw them to the reaper as we're watching him drown. Eyes fixed ahead, won't sink any lower. Pressed down, shook together and boiling over. Break the cycle. Tell me, if it's not us, who will it be?