i'm making peace with the undertow
 sleeping where roses cannot grow
 forgetting everything i know

 living with matches in the dark
 choosing to [bad word] who i am not
 watching the world burn down, and laughing at the sparks

 don't have to live with the do or die
 smiling is not [bad word]  free from the need [bad word] and hide

 the paper dolls dance
 we do what we can
 and find the strength in the weakness 
 in letting go

 [bad word] to terms with the undertow
 the story stays the memory goes
 realise this is what i chose

 i've read the lines of the final track
 saw all the things i can live without
 already made it through the aftermath