Every single one of us is getting massacred on a frozen path. Fever comes to wipe us out and scratch a name off of the list. You and I are on the outside of almost everything. You and I are on the other side of almost everything. They were slurring words and acting like a bunch of animals every given day. Never read, or hardly wrote, but signed and ‘X’ once – in blood. You and I are on the outside of almost everything. You and I are on the other side of almost everything. We, we’ve got the same heart.
