Times of Survival

I was tired, so tired
 I let slip, yeah, a couple of lies
 It's not what you lose, it's what you gain
 A clean slate for the well-intentioned
 Cut it down to the chase
 A wall of sound aiming right at my face
 I'm weakened, easily wounded
 These are our times for survival
 I sleep between you and me
 I grieve my need to carry your feelings
 Only time will tell if I'm getting better
 At being well
 Nothing matters more than taking cover from
 Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
 Reason only knows what you're ready to explore
 Ego only grows from the wounds you ignore
 Nothing matters more than taking cover from
 Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
 One leap into silence and again
 I see my fear of things being unchanged
 What can you expect from an empty shell
 In which I only dwell
 Nothing matters more than taking cover from
 Another dark storm pushing you to the bottom
 Nothing matters more than taking cover from
 Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
 Reason only knows what you're ready to explore
 Ego only grows from the wounds you ignore
 Nothing matters more than taking cover from
 Another shitstorm pushing you to the bottom
 I don't think that it's too late to compromise, compromise
 Take some, give some, care to let our love decide, our love decide
 I don't think that it's too late to compromise, compromise
 Take some, give some, care to let our love decide, our love decide