Tekster: Skillet. Cycle Down.

Crashing
Covered with debris
Dwelling in my own pity
Cry like I have not
Dig like I had not
I start to claw
Gotta get outta here
I've got to, gotta get out

I am, I am, I am on a higher ground
You are, You are my cure from the cycle down

Sinking
In a sea of self
Deception
Never sold so well
Regret like I have not
Pain like I don't want
I start to claw
Gotta get outta here
I've got to, gotta get out

I'm so cold and I wonder
How'd I make it this long without You
Pull me out, out from under
On the cycle back to You