His knives are true
'Cause they cut and they bleed them through
Black skies are here
And they're so insincere
His lights gone dim (gone dim, gone dim)
His chances are slim (chances are slim)
No one knows what it's like to be him
Barely hanging by a limb (barely hanging by a limb)
He's filled up to the brim
He feels the ground
As it burns him down
He dropped his guard
And it hits him hard
His lights gone dim (gone dim, gone dim)
His chances are slim (chances are slim)
No one knows what it's like to be him
Barely hanging by a limb (barely hanging by a limb)
He's filled up to the brim
His lights gone dim (gone dim, gone dim)
His chances are slim (chances are slim)
No one knows what it's like to be him
Barely hanging by a limb (barely hanging by a limb)
He's filled up to the brim
