far behind your eyes i see your rage that holds you down there s no better time to burn the sage to turn around all s fair in love and war but all i see are blacks and grays my life will measure yours see you at the end of days underneath your lies i feel betrayed it s getting old never being locked down by your chains they re so cold fighting all the pressure to receive then you leave all s fair in love and war but all i see are blacks and grays my life will measure yours see you at the end of days all s fair in love and war but all i see are blacks and grays needing and wanting more see you at the end of days you re troubled and fear moving on surroundings are burnt up and gone you can t even trust your won ways the darker it gets through this haze will prove to be your end of days