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