Do you still grind your teeth away?
Try to forget it, try to let it go.
Itís holding you down; itís holding you back
Like a dove without a wing, youíre going in circles
Alone on the highway, there is no end in sight.
On and on. Drag your feet.
Youíre trapped. Drowning in life.
Your lungs about to burst.
They made us this way.
Itís a knife-edge; youíll lose your step
Fall down. Bleed out.
Wake up and do it again.
Written and owned by Dan Chubaty