The Dark Line In the Middle of Hope

When the morning comes

There'll be no right from wrong

When it's getting dark out there

You better pack your things and go

Oh I know, I know, I know I've got to go

Slow down my mind you're going too fast

Slow down my mind you're going too far

I'm locked in stone and I shiver to the bone

I'm hot when it's cold and cold when it's warm

I feel like melting in the snow

I feel like melting in the snow

I long for the sun and it's white killing glows

Well my shirt it makes me sick

The [?] makes me sick

The walls they make me sick

And I wonder what the others do while I dig

When the morning comes

There'll be no right from wrong

When it's getting dark out there

You better pack your things and go

Well I know, I know, I know I've got to go

Slow down my mind you're going too fast

Slow down my mind you're going too far

Slow down, slow down, slow down

You're gonna crash