Reflex Video (MV)

Savoring the taste of saving our own skin
It's a bitter pill to swallow
Hollow hopes, pulsing in our minds
This burden fits like a glove

A guillotine drops on that royal pride of yours
Rigged Russian roulette with a loaded chamber for each six of your flaws
And let the seventh be this gun

And I'm holding on, to a phantom rope
To a lifeline made of smoke
A lifeline, when I'm reading flatlines from hope
You keep me suspended when I know I'd rather choke

Between wolves and a canyon
The pressure turns your legs to lead
It's torture to watch you twitch with the final reflexes of the dead
Out of habit or instinct
The pressure turns your heart to lead
A knee-jerk reaction, a final reflex
A final reflex of the dead

Yet I'm forced to admit, in this world I wouldn't walk if I could
With these open windows that don't talk when they should
That you, in all your beauty and all of your disgust
Are all that I, all that I, all that I have left

So do we part ways and let me sink to the ocean floor
Or suffer here in silence once more
I'll give you the option out habit once more
To pull the trigger, the trigger once more

Speak to me the way you did when we were kids
Speak to me the way you did before
You don't speak to me anymore
And oh, I still remember you
As all else blurs away, I can't forget
I want to let you know, I need to tell you that
You're all that I have left