Text: Kill Verona. Hard Times, Black Lines.

in these hard times i might give up.
in these black lines i might fill up
with too much anger than someone can take.
i'm on my way to lose it.
i just hope my jacket's not to straight to bend.

can i find a cure to keep the thoughts away?
and break with the dark inside you or the one who sold you.
can i find a cure to keep the bomb away?
long enough to get this one right anyway.

we have to try to get through hard times
we have to fight and fall anytime
to save our lives until someone dies.
if we keep it up enough to hold it in,
if we keep it up so much that we might win.
how about that?

now i've told a story to bind you
down inside your own reflection.
you've been called a soldier,
a killer who knows just what he loves.
but your guns are made
of only things that are to make us hurt.

we have to try to get through hard times
we have to fight and fall anytime
to save our lives until someone dies.
if we keep it up enough to hold it in,
if we keep it up so much that we might win.
how about that?

you told me of your saints,
and how they never walk away.
i'm sour and i'm sweating from playing into your game.
i'll never really get it...

in these hard times.

we have to try to get through hard times
we have to fight and fall anytime
to save our lives until someone dies.
if we keep it up enough to hold it in,
if we keep it up so much that we might win.
how about that?