One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here
Trapped deep inside this white beast
We are it's hands we are it's blood

We are it's hands we are it's blood

Cold streets are what we follow

Lined with torn apart souls
Dark hearts are being hidden
To be found on our way home


Speak now or forever hold your peace
Speak now or forever hold your peace

A companionship broken for greed
A companionship broken for green


Secret agendas, rendezvous never spoken of behind the backs
Behind the backs of the ones you loved


You could have been there till the end
You could have been there till the end
The bitter end, the bitter end


When you said that it was go time
Well you should have, should have listened

It's your time to go, it's your time to go
A companionship broken for greed
A companionship broken for green