Calculated Risk
Is fear stronger than love?
Is war humanities true miracle drug?
I bleed my wrists dry on the pages
To let my deepest of feelings be expressed
Like a stitch poorly sewn, this conditioning will come undone
The cancer cut out, a life truly worth living
A calculated risk I am willing to take
The post mortem confirms, that they didn't
Have the strength to make it out alive
Lacking self identity my friends dance in a burning room
They dance in a burning room
Their incurable sickness of an empty heart
An iron grip clouds their minds
The post mortem confirms, they didn't have the strength to make It out alive
Telling me what I can and can't do, oh how punk rock of you
Writer/s: Samuel Urwin, Jack Bryant, Daniel Waverley Gray, Daniel Rayner
