and these walls, they whisper and these walls, they taunt and they mock and these walls, they whisper and these walls, they taunt and they mock and they say "old man, pack it in, you can't stay here, but you can never go home again if not to burn a bridge, if not to bury a friend" I won't relent with blood on my teeth and blood on my hands It's my piece mother fucker, and I'm digging in because it's the last winter dance party you can trade your seat, but you're still going down It's the last winter dance party make your peace, because we're all going down