I don't see the point in this no more Whip the dead horse, yeah I don't have a grip like once before Used up life force, yeah Way too gone For us to meet halfway You see the line in the sand Don't wash away I don't like the thought of this no more I know you know, yeah You can’t stand the sight of me no more Oh, but its easter for a dead horse He day i go Way too gone For us to meet halfway You see the line in the sand Don't wash away You got to break it down You see the contrast fade Your black my white A battleship gray