Lyrics

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.
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 it's Easter for a dead horse, the day I go.

Way too gone, for us to meet halfway.
See the line in the sand, don't wash away.
Got to break it down. You see the contrast fade.
Your black, my white, battleship gray.


Break it down. You see the contrast fade.
Your black, my white, battleship gray.
Way too gone, for us to meet halfway.
You see the line in the sand, don't wash away.

Got to break it down, you see the contrast fade.
Your black, my white, battleship gray.
huah.