All Out

So what's a brother to do alone, biting his tongue And nowhere to place his words? There's more than two sides when you're gone And you weren't right to think that We're both rightfully wrong Dip your feet in something unfamiliar Is there defeat where you once thought that All your ills had cures? This is shifted, twisted, sickness Placed upon your shaky health, Displayed like trophies on a shelf Yeah I cheated, yeah I stole I killed something beautiful Selfishness for selfless sake, The less I give the more I take For every lie that I had told, Is one more half-truth that I sold It's nothing to be too proud about, But here I am, now it's all out It's nothing to be too proud about, But we're still here and it's all out