Here again, sketching out on the page
drawin' someone else's vision for a minimum wage
I thought that I was flying high and living out the dream
but producers and abusers aren't quite ever as they seem

flushed down the drain
into this abyss
and son it reeks of the darkness
the broken and remiss
sinking down
like a crown
weighing on ya till you drown
until the cycle comes back round

fight or flight
its on tonight
in black and white
in the end, it doesn't matter if you’re wrong or right
oh
lemme be
just set me free
Lets run away
oh just take my hand
some how we'll see another day

One by one they go down the line
Taking everything and anything to keep it in its prime
So maybe its a lie
Maybe we're not eye to eye
But does it really matters if you never really die?

I'm thrust in this old shell
Trying to scream
But then I still somehow end up
Stuck on the silver screen
Through the rust, We adjust
With a leap of faith and trust
Still it doesn't amount to much

fight or flight
its on tonight
in black and white
in the end it doesn't matter if your wrong or right
oh
lemme be
just set me free
Lets run away
oh just take my hand
some how we'll see another day

And so it starts again
The rules we try to bend
But still it never changes in the end
still
Every time we go we learn a little more
So lets open up the door
Wanna settle the score?

Now see here son it goes a little like this
You take one step then take it back
Then give it a little twist
Then you
Take it to the right again and
Take to the left again
And right again
And left again
And right again
And left and left and

Try again folks

fight or flight
its on tonight
in black and white
in the end it doesn't matter if your wrong or right
oh
lemme be
just set me free
Lets run away
oh just take my hand
some how we'll see another day