Songtexte: Whatever It Takes. A Fistful Of Revolution. Apt. 2, 4 Am, Friday.

Last night
I watched my eyes turn blood red
So yes, I should have never left this bed
Went to visit with past friends
But instead I wished this was how I'd never end

And wished these eyes
Would have closed
Fell asleep

Instead of exploration of closed doors
That should stay that way

And I
I won't
Let this horrific image
Be so accessible again
So visible again

And as a constant reminder
I wrote this song