Gray Skies

Bottom of the barrel I fall no one out there left for me to call

Back against the wall again pressing up against the fact that I collapsed

Couldn't catch the drift a fist full of mis-turns mis-steps mistakes

Missed opportunities for greatness so I go with no more patience

With the saving grace I reach within my soul

Within the countless pounds of pain I found an ounce of gold

The only thing that's holding me together when the weather cold

The only thing that's holding me together when the fire out of control

Burning this thing down

Ready for a beat down

Keep down let's go deep now see how we now move so freely