Am I a servant, or a savior? If it were me, I think I'd call it neither I carry pockets full of anger The only reason, I'm still really here Cut loose your white-knuckle heartache Breaking your arms trying to lift all that dead weight It all stays the same All that changes are faces and names Haunted? Or already dead? Living a life to what end? In the hornets' nest In the city's breath Is there consequence? In your sunken chest In your scattered ash Is there meaning left? Death, or life? Only time Standing on your tip-toes Wandering where the wind blows Standing on your tip-toes, (on your tip-toes) Wandering where the wind blows, (where the wind blows) Death or life? Only time So slow, eyes closed Smashed in windows No control No guardian angel ♪ No control Upside-down, my insides out Overdose on nostalgia I keep digging deeper inward Like we buried you inside my chest I gave up hope of finding answers That was the night I finally felt content