Black Cross Icebox In The Alley
What are we fighting for
Who will we fight against
What are we fighting for
Tide turns on circumstance
Headlines define the time
Focus lost in the spin
Right is right left is right
Tide turns on circumstance
So tired of fighting
I need a rest
Not sleep
One step dissolves to miles
No chance for reservation
Right is right left is right
Tide turns on circumstance
I don't want to sleepwalk anymore
Every step I take
I want to know somehow
I will cause no pain to you
Every path we take leads towards dissention
Tired as we've become, embrace, embrace
Every move we make always on the defense
If I need a rest don't abandon me
If I put down the anger don't you, don't you abandon me
