Its hard to clean the blood of the dead Its hard to escape the fear in your head But you know what I can retreat I will not slaughter my dreams inside I will triumph over better times Grief and despair I do not care No regrets I see the cup as half empty I look for a brighter day We talked all night Mistakes were made We use art To save ourselves from the truth For I cannot fail I have only found a billion Ways it hasn't worked Wisdom speaks But knowledge listens I often regret my speech Never my silence Fill what's empty, empty what's full and scratch where it itches a pint of sweat saves a gallon of blood lets toast to that When my ideas fail Words come in handy How do you speak When you choke on you words I've swallowed my pride My pride is fire This light burns inside Love is friendship set on fire