Constantly, I'm retreating
Starting most my days, undefeated
Falling down
When I land upon the floor
I make sure I'm still breathing
I start to dig some more
To find a better reason
My inane, responsibility
I'm only bound by things
Personal policies
Funny thing, I'm not leaving
I made a pact to me
And I mean to keep them
Among the settled scores
Amongst the bottom feeding
Through the lowest forms
And we're still leading
A plea to the lowest lives
To try to cut your ties
You're only bound by all
The things that make you hide
Constantly, I'm retreating
Starting most of my days, undefeated
Falling down