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