Текстове на песни: 8 Stops 7. In Moderation. Better.

So you want to tie both my arms off and
force feed me to sharks
Just for the sake of releasing
me from a memory of when you slept
in the serpent's den
Showed me what lurks in the hearts of man
Left me alone with the consequence
Considered a bond between friends

I'm not / You're escaping
with my good name
Create so you change
all the rules of this game
How low can you go
How deep and how bold
I might have misjudged
in you my trust

So you want to spit on my face and
start to calling me names expecting me
to break down, give in, let you take the win
But I'm not ready yet to be convinced

My fear and pain have become my friends
and you vultures need me to let you in
before you can claim your victim

Serpents will lose their skin
And vultures their wings
I will be back again
to claim all these things

But you want from me
What you want from me
is dishonesty and prodigy
I think that it's time you leave

Find someone else for your battery
Some other fool for your majesty
Content to live through this agony
It isn't me, no it isn't me