Stand like a wave, ready to crash. I’m slipping

Save my blood. Cold blood

I feel the scales of justice are tipping

Save my blood. Cold blood. For them

Waiting for consequence. (To catch up like the last time.)

Aiming for consciousness. (To last me a lifetime.)

Retrace those lines in the sand

So that the boundaries are clear

Well now I know where I stand

There’s not a secret to keep here

Like a wave

The surge. The drop

You can call it a journey or you can call it home

Waiting for consequence. (To catch up like the last time.)

Aiming for consciousness. (To last me a lifetime.)

I’m sure I’ve been here before, but never needed the guidance

The days resemble a spiral, when they’ve been spent on avoidance

Time turns feeling to a fact and it’s giving my cold blood some heat