Everyday white knuckles clutched, life's terms is breaking me. And sometimes this grind is all that I can see. But tonight, I'll tear this place down to the ground. None of that s*** will mean a thing to me. The life I spent seems so discontent, and I can't be appeased by the worthless things in this fight. I need something real. So tonight, I'll tear this place down to the ground. None of that s*** will mean a thing to me. And there was days where it was useless to cry, all I wanted to do was die. But I still had those nights, with me and you and we would, tear it down, right down, to the f****** ground. This is sanctuary for me.