I'm holding the candle on the enemy line...there's no one to drag me away
It's scratching your hide, burns you out of your hole...
Roaming around to break you down below
I'm searching for ways I could end my days...it's in the frames for the rest of you
As the hours slide before my eyes...it's never enough for me,
still forever enough to see it looks like...
My life...right in between these
Lines...don't know what's been taking
So long...eyes turn to grey...I'm crawling through this Black Saturday
Denial I call mine, still time over time, I'm rolling up the curtains to see the light
Following the line with no end in sight, walk until I fall to the wrong side
I thought this was the day, I found my reason to stay...here under shine of corroding sun
But as the colours fade, I'll return to my grave
and let the shell grow back on my mind, this time it's
My life...right in between these
Lines...the toll has been taken
Dry smile...with taste of decay...I'm calling this the Black Saturday
How low will I have to go to see where I lost it all?
How low will I have to go to see where I playes my cards?
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