Text: Soilwork. The Panic Broadcast. Two Lives Worth of Reckoning.

It's is just the way it starts the way it feels
The mission will trying to find the need
What makes to another for the way it goes
The facts to a making are turning gold

One by one they set to fall
So distinguished alarming to go through it all
Forging to something that wasn't meant
To be in the shadow of make believe

Run down
You try to make me
Run down
The struggle within me

I give it away and now I am so tired
There is nothing more left to find
I'll be wanting to change
Two lives worth of reckoning

It hurts to be blind
And how I've been fading lives
I've been growing to pick my side
And it let me be me for the reckoning

It's just the way I need to plant that seed
Will tear down for nothing will channel our greed
All I'm asking for is to reach the point
Where I won't dwell on resentful times

Run down
You try to make me
Run down
The struggle within me
Oh, right

I give it away and now I am so tired
There is nothing more left to find
I'll be wanting to change
Two lives worth of reckoning

It hurts to be blind
And how I've been fading lives
I've been growing to pick my side
And it let me be me for the reckoning

When I see the grateful day
The hours in me from the start to the threshold
It'll be the greatest slay
The force I will turn will shift to burn

I'm holding on and you'll stick with that
Releasing the kill, replacing courage by will
It will be the sweetest relief, the struggle may fade
And the air I would breathe

I give it away and now I am so tired
There is nothing more left to find
I'll be wanting to change
Two lives worth of reckoning

It hurts to be blind
And how I've been fading lives
I've been growing to pick my side
And it let me be me for the reckoning