The Beltsville Crucible

True friends stab you in the front Keep you from getting what you want When one more fix could kill you They help you realize that You're more and less than you first had believed You've so much to give and there's so much you need Shortcuts through graveyards and a brand new way to breathe Three thousand miles just to learn, All that's gold does not all shine And helping words aren't always kind, When one more kiss could kill you, They help you realize that You're more and less than you first had believed You've so much to give and there's so much you need Shortcuts through graveyards and a brand new way to breathe Three thousand miles just to learn. How to let my guard down Accept the fire that has spread among us. And if you're feeling all right, You've got to play it again, You've got to play it again. --- The Beltsville Crucible - Thrice