Critical - Redlight King

She runs from the past and shes hittin full stride

All of the lines shes forgotten

She woke from the dream and she opens her eyes

All she could see was the bottom

The worst day ain’t over

its right on cue

the mirror is seein the truth

The clouds rollin over

The keys in the doors

Hold on I’m coming for you

Headlight

Put the gun away

last ride before the fadeaway

White wall your gonna lose it all

This time its past the point of critical

She hides from the seconds that seem to fly by

the gavil won’t offer her truth

their foots on the floor

And I’ll bury the past

Hold on I’m comin for you

Put the gun away

last ride before the fadeaway

White wall your gonna lose it all

This time its past the point of critical

wouldn’t you say we’re past the point of critical

It’s critical