Lyrics

Chorus: At what point do you realise you're living on your knees? At what point do I take the bait and become the ghost of me? AT what point did we just buckle, take the ride and say "Fuck our luck, we tried?" Tell me when did we slip past the line we bitched about a thousand times? A hammer blow from up on high Ignored again - so tell me why this monkey cage is filled with those who could've killed Sometimes the path of least resistance is the only choice you have Frame by frame we are priced out of the game Face to face with hyenas drawing blood again Paint ourself into a corner with all the fears our preachers taught us Eyes on the prize, boys, listen here Nothing to hide, nothing to fear Born and raised and left to rot At what point? The only thing that time forgot At what point? Maison-a-deux Golden handshake with something up their sleeve Chorus