clear as a hole in the wall

dark as the back of the sun

all that we hold to the light

gone at the edge of a gun

easy to sleep with the wolves at your door

do right

I am the line that we see on the floor

too right, to die is always the same

in a way

do right

falling down but we never walk

away

do right

I am the sign that we veer off the course

too right, to die is always the same

in a way

do right