Everyday white knuckles clutched, life's terms is
Breaking me. And sometimes this grind is all that I can
See. But tonight, I'll tear this place down to the

Ground. None of that %#@! will mean a thing to me. The
Life I spent seems so discontent, and I can't be appeased
By the worthless things in this fight. I need something


Real. So tonight, I'll tear this place down to the
Ground. None of that %#@! will mean a thing to me. And

There was days where it was useless to cry, all I wanted
To do was die. But I still had those nights, with me and
You and we would, tear it down, right down, to the

$#&@ing ground. This is sanctuary for me.