Lyrics: Joey Izzo
Music: Richie Martinez/Adam Bentley/Joe Calderone/Adam Rafowitz/Joey Izzo
[Verse 1]
Low pulse, just south of fine
In the quicksand of twenty-nine
Are we there yet? What’s the merit?
Careful what you wish for my son
Some good voices, some worth fighting
Crazy muddled blurry battle lines
Blind leading the blind
[Chorus]
Faith fleeting, I dare not to tell my soul
Dig the ditch, make an easy story
Fervid interceding, five more nights to overload
Final pitch to an empty glory
[Verse 2]
I got a bad feed on another line
Hit the nail with my head in another record time
Are we scarеd yet? It’s a fair bet
Good to know I shouldn’t have won
Arе we watching those cold liars?
This trail goes all around nowhere
Another day gone
[Chorus]
Faith fleeting, I dare not to tell my soul
Dig the ditch, make an easy story
Fervid interceding, five more nights to overload
Final pitch to an empty glory
Road so long
Another day won, another day gone
[Breakdown]
So long, stand before the storm
One in a million will go on
[Verse 3]
Low pulse, just south of fine
In the crosshairs of my own mind
Are we there yet?
I inherit everything I asked for, then some
State your intentions, raise a fighter
Crazy schemes we carry at all times
Another day won
[Chorus]
Faith fleeting, I dare not to tell my soul
Dig the ditch, make an easy story
Fervid interceding, five more nights to overload
Final pitch to an empty glory