and these walls, they whisper   and these walls, they taunt and they mock   and these walls, they whisper   and these walls, they taunt and they mock and they say   "old man, pack it in, you can't stay here, but you can never go home again   if not to burn a bridge, if not to bury a friend"   I won't relent   with blood on my teeth and blood on my hands   It's my piece mother fucker, and I'm digging in   because it's the last winter dance party   you can trade your seat, but you're still going down   It's the last winter dance party   make your peace, because we're all going down