Breathe down the wires
Take yourself apart
A head on collision of thoughts
A final warning of danger
Echoing in a voice
Desolate of concern
You don't have to hold on
You're so sure
This is where the line stops
So throw yourself off
You dont have to hold on
You're so sure
After the aftermath is fading
Slowly wearing thin
On remains of a shedding skin
Your blood is turning to oil
Make concrete out of dirt
And turn bone into steel
You don't have to hold on
You're so sure
This is where the line stops
So throw yourself off
You dont have to hold on
You're so sure