Dark Days

We were born dead
 We belong
 In the shadows
 With a bullet in the head
 We repay
 With our souls
 Following
 A straight line
 No destination
 Ahead
 Our future redefined
 By the thoughts
 They provide
 Lie after lie
 We believe
 All that is fed
 No choice
 But to comply
 To the game of life
 A game
 Without rules
 But that cuts
 Like a knife
 Life cuts you up
 Like a knife
 Life cuts you up
 Like a knife
 Buried
 In the sand
 Reaching out
 For air
 Married
 To misery
 Someone please
 Grab my hand
 No choice
 But to comply
 To the game of life
 A game
 Without rules
 But that cuts
 Like a knife
 Help me
 Believe
 Help me
 Believe
 Help me
 Believe
 Help me
 Believe
 Buried
 In the sand
 Reaching out
 For air
 Married
 To misery
 Someone please
 Grab my hand
 One by one
 One by one
 One by one
 One by one
 One by one
 One by one
 We will fall
 We will fall
 One by one
 We will fall