Paroles: Anthrax. Stomp 442. Bare.

Standing on some dotted line
Reacting to the hands of time
A circumstance that I've been fed
Leaving questions in my head

Find the space that was left bare
An empty space, I'd gladly share

One must live while one must die

Combined paired up for so many years
Unsure if I really want to shed a tear
Signing off is always so clearly done
A number two is now reduced to one

Find the space that was left bare
An empty space, I'd gladly share

When your clock is up
And you rest for good
I will cut off my arm piece
Just like we agreed, we would

One must live while one must die

While the other argues that the world ain't fair
But then who ever promised anybody equal share
You might as well forget what you gambled on
'Cause plans never go by the way they're drawn

When your clock is up
And you rest for good
I will cut off my arm piece
Just like we agreed, we would

One must live while one must die

I can't say goodbye, it's all I can do
To get up every morning and when all else fails
I try to face myself and everything else
But mostly I wonder why