He walks the line
Then turn around
The silver line, can be hard to find
If you search for gold, but you stumble and fall
Try to break down the wall
But the easiest way must be the hardest of them all
He reaches out, got hit to the ground
Familiar sounds, will keep him down down down
Blindfolded eyes, the glimpse of a light
The wall is standing by, prepare for a fight
So bring your firearms, and shoot it down
Bring all you've got, and tear it down to the ground
It will not hurt, no, not your pride
So bring your firearms and it will slowly
It will slowly wear down
It will slow wear down
He walks the line, then it turn around
The silver line, can be hard to find
If you search for gold, but you, you stumble and fall
And you try to, break down the wall, but the easiest way
Must be the hardest of them all
So bring your firearms, and shoot it down
Bring all you've got, and tear it down to the ground
It will not hurt, no, not your pride
Won't you bring your firearms and it will slowly
It will slowly wear down
It will slowly
It will slowly
It will slowly
Wear down