Change, it hits like trains
Keeps me sane, it stays the same Lies, fall in sheets
They keep me clean, keep me sweet
From the ground, I'm convinced
That I'll never see your face again When I'm down, and I'm out I won't ever see your face again In my head - you're so dead And if I keep my face to the floor, you'll still be dead
Truth, it covers sin and Buries you deep within Death is not the end But the sweetest kiss I'd pray to get
In my head - you're so dead
the truth is there's nothing
like a stab in the back from a friend
