Keith Otten - Lyrics for Balance

	Balance
	...deny the little fear
	You drink from his drink Oh, man what were you thinking? You know he’s got that thing inside of Him You don’t want to go Where he’s going But deny the little fear Just a little balance here By drinking the same stuff You grip the hand that holds you tightest Without thinking If you lose your balance act You go right down with him Where he’s going But deny the little fear Just a little balance here By drinking the same stuff We drink from the same drink We all take the same stuff We drink from the same drink We all take the same stuff Blood and bad blood Oh, man what were you thinking There’s not much that you can do for Blood Except follow Where it’s going But deny the little fear Just a little balance here By drinking the same stuff We drink from the same drink We all take the same stuff We drink from the same drink We all take the same stuff