The Wreckage

Last chance
To draw weapons
Cold hands
On open sores
Don't care
About keeping score

Well you get what you give
Nothing more
You invest once you've spent it all

I sink
To the ocean floor
Makes sense
If you've been before
I'm scared
Of my own echo

You can't get what you give anymore
You invent who you gave it up for
I connect to the wreckage

Last chance
To draw weapons
Cold hands
And more echoes

Well you get what you give
Nothing more
You invest once you've spent it all
I connect to the wreckage