overcome by the enemy,
i run back up to my room,
where i find your ruins,
and love, will you make a fool of me,
you got me doing things,
i never would believe.

overcome by the enemy,
i run back up to my room,
where i find your ruins,
and love, will you make a fool of me,
you got me doing things,
i never would believe.

so open eyes behind enemy lines,
lie on my back and cross my fingers.

this room is my gravity,
keeps me on the ground,
when i have no weight.

and trust,
have you been misleading us,
cuz i believed when you said,
the enemy she is a friend.

lets make a toast,
to our useless work,
and our hopeless cause,
to assess the damage of the loss.

lets make a toast,
to our useless work,
and our hopeless cause,
to assess the damage of the loss.