Fear of Heights

I can see you've got your pictures on these walls
They've been there for a year
They say that you went crazy with your guns
Then you disappeared
You disappeared
Lie down on this cold floor
And listen to my worthless words
I will be heard

It's easy to complain when your the one
With a knife against your back
And I'm holding back
And if you wish to ever see
All that you hoped for it's a wasted plea
It's killing me now

We can make this happen
Doesn't matter if we try
We exist and make a mess of everything
Until we die
We can make this happen
Doesn't matter if we try
This existence is a measure of moments
Until we die

The things you never cared for inside
A single digit bastard who's dying
We're dying
We're dying

Lay down on this cold floor
And listen to my worthless words...