Bulk and Binder

I already said what I did but you keep on peeling it back,
I know what they say «you gotta wait for it to come»
All these days in a haze of the «too proud to say I’m wrong»
And the weekends spent to celebrate, they keep dragging us along.
White in the eyes,
Two fish on the line,
And I know, I know it gets you bad
And I know its the best you ever had
Into the void its a choice, you gotta meet the solid line,
Of the drift and the dirt, cracking bones to split the time,
All these spades and renegades they seem cooler than they will be soon,
But by the time they reach the top of the hill, there’s bodies buried in the
side.
White in the eyes
Two fish on the line
I know, I know it gets you bad
And I know it’s the best you ever had