What is this I have become
Into the fog I just run
The light never sees
Deep enough inside me
Decisions are decided
In a perfect world
This is my personal road
With nothing else to loathe
Riding the pistol tide
Crumble all the light
Disaster placed on high
Welcome to life
Riding the pistol tide
Crumble all the time
The plaster placed on ice
That melts on this night
The window wonders anxiously
Feelings I just couldn't see
The walls tighten up within
I repeat to myself "sin"
The fog gives me comfort
When in a panicked place
This blunderbluss I hold
Screaming it was too late
Riding the pistol tide
Crumble all the time
The plaster placed on ice
That melts on this night
Riding the pistol tide
Crumble all the time
The plaster placed on ice
That melts on this night
Just when you got it covered
You fall almost endlessly
Fear of growing old
Beats you with anxiety
Riding the pistol tide
Crumble all the light
Disaster placed on high
Welcome to life
Riding the pistol tide
Crumble all the time
The plaster placed on ice
That melts on this night