In times that try us, we'll buy into anything; making promises we're not to keep. Now, close my eyes, start following. That never could happen to me.
Numb of all taste, and feeling gone. Love left to waste, or carry on. There are certain things that I can count on: My silent spring. This depression.
The track's left us stranded; so branded. Take a moment and drop to knees. Bloodstained and caught red-handed, "That never could happen to me."
Numb of all faith, and feeling gone. Love left to waste, or carry on. Can we be saved? Are we that strong? And so I pray, "Lets just move on, and on, and on, and on..."
We'll say, "Forget these shots, and live forever." One shot gone through the heart, and I'm not dying anymore.
Loosen what's around my neck. Forget it. Forget that I said it or meant it. Dement it. Let's forgive and forget these shots.
One time, we'll make a pact: "Leave by the light of dawn, and lose what's around our necks, or crosshairs will keep us strong."