(first part played up the neck)
I still see my actions ripple, Grinding hope stones into sand,
Losing too much kills the lion, Makes mice of many men
I watched you suffer too, Stuck steadfast to beliefs,
And I m apart from it, But woe is me
And after all underneath, Ain t we all just guts and teeth?,
Ain t we all just reflections?, Moving in separate directions
In our heads, out of our minds and out of time...
Chord progression repeats...
