The world is full of boxes
All taped shut
No sunlight to shine inside
The cold hand of emptiness
Dwells within its four walls
Left to their own devices they are
As destructive as their souls
With just a razor blade
We could let those boxes breathe
And allow their souls to bleed
Because the truth is better than a lie.

I'm sitting between the fences of lightness and darkness
Life and death
And all I have to bet on is a crumpled photograph
and a pocket full of change
There's got to be another way, there's got to be an answer
I turn my eyes to the heavens, but they just point and laugh
Atlas shrugged and so did I
So i pulled the trigger and dropped my photograph.

We're all gonna die someday
and someday will come soon
I'd bargain with the devil for you
but it looks like its too late
I'm standing before the gates
and I gave myself up willingly
Should've spoken up sooner.