Lyrics:

Last chance to draw weapons
Cold hands on open sores
Don't care about keeping score
Well, you get what you give, nothing more
You invest once you've spent it all

I'll sink to the ocean floor
It makes sense, you've been before
Oh, I'm scared of my own echo
You can't get what you give anymore
You invented who you gave it all for
I commit to the wreckage

Last chance to draw weapons
Cold hands and more echoes
Well, you get what you give, nothing more
You invest once you've spent it all
I commit to the wreckage