Basement - Lose Your Grip

Текст песни

The rope from which I’m hanging from
It is thinning, short and worn
I hope when I am reborn there are knives where should be arms
I know, I know, I know, I wrote this
I will not be pushed around
And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed
Hand shakes in time, I’ll take what’s mines
Let me show you something my old friend
A name now dragging in the dirt
I know, I know, I know, I wrote this
I will not be pushed around
And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed
Hand shakes in time, I will take
Am I moving on or giving in?
Can we end this conversation?