White knuckle grip, and anxious heart
Can't give a dime afraid to come up short
What is feared, will overtake
Nothing sown, nothing left to reap
The world that surrounds
Is a telling mirror
Showing what beats inside
What beats inside your chest
The cycle continues on
This dead end street
The cycle continues on
This dead end street
If we are not the solution
Then we have a problem
And soon all we have left
is a fistfull of nothing
We find ourselves empty handed
The harder we grasp the more we lose
Who do you trust
And who lives in you
We find ourselves empty handed
The harder we grasp the more we lose
We find ourselves empty handed
The harder we grasp the more we lose
Making the choice, no one to blame
Afraid to lose means you have nothing left to gain
When you crown selfishness as your king
The end will find you with a fistfull of nothing
The world that surrounds
Is a telling mirror
Showing what beats inside
What beats inside of your chest
The life we lead shows what is inside of our heads
Step up soon or you will be
Left with a fistfull of nothing