Hold our minds,
I'll cross my fist, into a mirror,
I don't recognise myself.
The deepest blacks, the empty greys.
There is no going back, there is no inbetween.

How many friends,
Can I lose,
Before it all,
Makes sense?
How many friends,
Can I lose?

Who knows what to say?....

Words mean nothing,
But empty providence,
One for the guy, who doesn't seem to care.
Who lives and who dies, these are your choices.
We've...

How many friends,
Can I lose,
Before it all,
Makes sense?
How many friends,
Can I lose?

Who know's what to say?...

How many friends,
Can I lose,
Before it all,
Makes sense? x3
How many friends,
Can I lose?

Who know's what to say?...

How many friends,
Can I lose,
Before it all,
Makes sense? x2