Everyday white knuckles clutched, life's terms is 
breaking me. And sometimes this grind is all that I can 
see. But tonight, I'll tear this place down to the 
ground. None of that shit will mean a thing to me. The 
life I spent seems so discontent, and I can't be appeased 
by the worthless things in this fight. I need something 
real. So tonight, I'll tear this place down to the 
ground. None of that shit will mean a thing to me. And 
there was days where it was useless to cry, all I wanted 
to do was die. But I still had those nights, with me and 
you and we would, tear it down, right down, to the 
fucking ground. This is sanctuary for me.