White knuckle grip, and anxious heart Can't give a dime afraid to come up short What is feared, will overtake Nothing sown, nothing left to reap The world that surrounds Is a telling mirror Showing what beats inside What beats inside your chest The cycle continues on This dead end street If we are not the solution Then we have a problem And soon all we have left is a fistfull of nothing We find ourselves empty handed The harder we grasp the more we lose Who do you trust And who lives in you We find ourselves empty handed The harder we grasp the more we lose We find ourselves empty handed The harder we grasp the more we lose Making the choice, No one to blame Afraid to lose means you have nothing left to gain When you crown selfishness as your king The end will find you with a fistfull of nothing The world that surrounds Is a telling mirror Showing what beats inside What beats inside of your chest The life we lead shows what is inside of our heads Step up soon or you will be Left with a fistfull of nothing!