Hey, stop on a dime.
Take both your hands,
reach them above, one at a time.
Are you alone in here?
I heard the voice so clearly.

I tried not to breathe.
Tried not to speak.
Clamping my tongue between my teeth.
Are you alone in here?
I heard the voice so clearly say,

Well, there are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between.
With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
How we die, nobody wants to know.
Who decides where everybody goes.
Where everybody goes.

Oh, no, this can't be it.
I start to sweat.
Haunted by all the things I've missed.
This can't be right.
I realize right then that it's me or him, yeah.

There are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between.
With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
How we die, nobody has to know.
Who decides where everybody goes.
Where everybody goes.
(What if I don't?)

Oh, no, I can't believe this.
I don't know why this had to happen.
I had no choice.
Well, it was me or him.

There's a fine line between what is justified or just obscene.
Fragile lines to use and throw aside.
How to die, nobody wants to know.
Who decides where everybody goes.

How we die, no, I will never know.
Who decides where everybody goes.

Who decides where everybody goes.