I don't know what it takes to make amends I don't know how to justify the ends I don't know how a man can make the means I don't know what it takes or
Like trying to breathe for the first time in years Another day older and the proof that I'm here They are the marks and they are the reason Eleven white
^ the skin on my back The will is there ^ yet something I lack Know hate know contempt ^ Know fear no way out Know this know the rest ^ know strength no weakness Zealous Fuel
