Listening to sand pass through an hour glass Feeling tension grow thicker Knife against the neck Swat trigger pressure on a sniper finger They say it feels like a fast moving fever We worship that caliber kiss then it's off to the table Celebrate Mourn Dispute Everything went down a gone path I'm a Graveminded man Riding Stockholm waves drowning in short-lived highs Sons of men slaves to the Boy All that was wanted was postmortem prayers Promises fell away as bridges collapsed We acted with no remorse Feel the cold of the blood in the heat of the tub mix Time slips down the drain Stepping on the same rakes Tripping over the same mistakes I can't breathe again