Between the pages It's all black and white The shades of grey nowhere to find Difference of an opinion What's wrong and what's right Dance of the dead like an ancient rite Food for your thoughts Reap what you sow Bite it to the bone There's a lesson to be learned or you Will drown in the fire Time has come to draw to line Your time has come It's the end of the line Hide in the shadows Prey for the weak Flash of the blade cut too deep Behind the curtain waiting to strike Missed the last chance The end of the fight Food for your thoughts Reap what you sow Bite it to the bone There's a lesson to be learned or you Will drown in the fire Time has come to draw to line Your time has come It's the end of the line