bite the bullet

what was out in the open, what was set into motion, now simmers under the surface, and i know there lies a furnace, hold my tongue, stop the pressure, here hides our buried treasure, x marks the spot on my map, bite the bullet or turn back, bite the bullet or turn back, as we came into focus, the only way back was forwards, got stuck retracing my steps, and here lies a mark on my chest, wash us clean, burn the memo, there's nothing louder than this echo, x marks the spot on my map, bite the bullet or turn back, bite the bullet or turn back