(Composição: Chris Steele, Dallas Green, George Pettit, Jordan Hastings, Wade McNeal) I think that it's time to get out My patients are fading fast the mind bruises just a little bit easier in dark times and shadow's cast What are you suffering for? Your pride or some kind of personal war? And will you throw it away? For nothing more than a simple taste? [REFRÃO] I'll stay in time and watch you pass by (paranoia woven deep beneath my skin) I draw this line and hope you'll take my side (breathe slow, breathe slow) You shouldn't have to fight alone (you shouldn't have to fight at all) It's nobody's battle but your own Panic holds me like a gun firm and steadfast bleak and cold I think it's time to kill the drama This life style's getting old *Whispers behind closed doors eyes spy from dark windows Plotting minds seek to harm me, or maybe not, I don't really know There is something Waiting for me in the darkest part of my imagination [REPETE REFRÃO] This is just self-induced terror There's more to come, this is just a glimpse I tell myself it's all in my head but I'm pretty hard to convince Oh, there's no relief Oh, this world can offer Oh, there's no relief Oh, this world can offer me I'll stay in time and watch you pass by I draw this line and hope you'll take my side You shouldn't have to fight alone It's nobody's battle but your own
