I'm tired of pretending
I know what we really are
If love and happiness exist
They're eclipse (ooh)
A short convenience
Of violence and shit
Its the world we built
Where's our grit?
We walk the tight-rope (No hope)
We're men of the middle
We give to neither
Heaven's sirens calls us
Perfect in cause
But would,
See us crawl (Fall)
We walk the tight-rope
Through plots and schemes
And all in-between
Below,
Hell is eager
For us to meet the great sleeper (They're waiting)
We walk the tight-rope (No hope)
Through plots and schemes
And all in-between
Below,
Hell is eager
For us to meet the great sleeper
We're men of the middle
We give to neither (Ooooh)
Both are eager
For us to meet the great great sleeper
We're men of the middle
We give to neither
Angel or demon while
White or steaming
If we're caught daydreaming
The great sleeper
Both are eager
For us to meet the great great sleeper
We're men of the middle
We give to neither