There's only so much blood to spill when no one knows your name
The whitest knuckles taking on a whiter sea untamed
A middle ground of higher thought is secondary now
And every stair that led me here has disappeared somehow
I don't know why my hands are not complacent by my side
Or why they have to raise themselves with grossly heavy pride
For all I do is watch them break on everything they touch
Correction brought by discipline has proven not enough
Subservient to battle scars my body hardly claims
Capricious, blue and never set on anything but change
If all the people cease to be I wonder where I'll go
And who'll be the receiver of the punches that I throw