Into the Firing Line

You spend many an hour in bed Afraid of people you've never met It's time to call your emotions round And drink tea with the ones you like least Surely you can agree on something Black out into your own life You grieve for the desirable light The words you are drawn to Black and white There really is no excuse Start dealing with all you lose It's scribbled in front of you What have you got to lose? You can walk in a dead man's shoes As you answer the battle cry The truth covers up the lie You're into the firing line Well son what's it to be now? Don't shy away from the thunder cloud Just let the heavens open But keep safe the letter you sent to your self You'll need it for when you get well To remind you how far you fell The pressure is too much for you A bottled rage slowly slowly unscrews It threatens to swallow you And consume all you have to prove What have you got to lose? You can walk in a dead man's shoes Do you answer the battle cry? The truth covers up the lie Straight into the firing line Why are you scared to choose? You can walk in a dead man's shoes Or can you answer the battle cry? The truth covers up the lie Step into the firing line Now it's your time to shine You're in the firing line