Lyrics

How many times must I get it wrong before it feels like I'm getting this right? How many times must the pendulum swing before I just let go and call it a night? How low can you go? How low can you go? It's nice to know you still challenge my size Said you wanted a show but the fighter said no He believes the work isn't worth any prize I'm glad that you're happy Unless that's a lie, too We've never been savvy at telling the truth The picture is clear Your eyes still burn red Can't tell if it's real or if it's all in my head I wanna hang my gloves up I wanna hang my gloves up but still these hands are not mine These hands are not mine How many days must I count to say, "I made it this far yea, so I know the way" ? Is there something you want that I'm able to give? That I haven't found yet Hide and seek with the kids I thought I've been there before But there's floors beneath floors Theres floors beneath floors Where the dead guard the door How low does this go? How low does this go? Both hands up, finding it out There's no end to this hole I'm glad that you're happy Unless that's a lie, too We've never been savvy at telling the truth The picture is clear Your eyes still burn red Can't tell if it's real or if it's all in my head Well I'm glad that your happy unless that's a lie too You don't have to remember I made this for you The picture is clear Your eyes still burn red Can't tell if it's real or if it's all in my head Gloves up on the wall And the blood has turned brown Like the dirt where we end up O King of the crown O King of the crown You're wringing me out I sing to you now "Surround me, Surround me"