In a dying world its feast or famine, breathe deep and take your pick
Dont act like theres an option, youll be the one who fades quick
Watch the sky swallow the sun one more time and take in the nights empty serenity
No plan of action, no grand schemes
No sanctuary, no hope for change
Having tasted a better life puts me...
At the bottom for so long, gazing at the opening above me
I see a hope for change, I see a hope for more
Just sacrifice for survival
Life is what you make it
What you make it
No holding back
Today I feast on this spoiled world as the rest famine
As the rest famine below me, as the rest famine
