I'm used to fight to weather
Misleading it for others
With cold and concrete arrows
I'm dreading until the bow bends
To release them oh it calms me
With closed fists
Though I could hardly attain fulfillment
I know you hold them too
Even if you don't want to
Our cold and concrete arrows
We're dreading until the bow bends
To release them oh it calms me
With closed fists
Though we could hardly attain fulfillment