Art of choke

And again it repeats all over
In a scene that reminds me
Of a man that wont counter swing no
His way back to the brilliant golden belt
And now he's standing on the ledge
Remembering whats left in…
All this time i fought for something make believe
And now i see i'm dreaming to infinite

Put your feet in the water
The waters cold in the art of choke

I sold my soul for the second time
Cause the first time he robbed me
And i don't mind just wash your hands clean yah
You're dirty little fingers steal all my memories
And now he's standing on the ledge
Remembering whats left in…
All this time i fought for something make believe
And now i see i'm dreaming to infinite