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