The entire, gaping, charred and blackish horde That inhabits every crevice of the world And calls to us in throaty little lies And scurries 'round us like malicious flies, Is hard at work to spread a bit like mold And watches as our gluttony unfolds. And here we are
Driving in the car down the bumpy street Rolling down the window to feel the heat, Being happy that the work shift is done And the weekend has begun. Suddenly the radio starts playing a song That reminds me of the one who was here all along Through the people,
To the ones that gave me a chance Whether it was of your own volition Or not, I know not, but thank you For carrying out your mission. To the one who gave me a chance And saw through my facade And broke down walls in echoing halls Seeing who
1. I'm not letting go And I'm not denying And I want you to know How hard I am trying To be like you, love like you Touch like you, move like you. I'm calling you here To erase all my fear And I&
They're a bit out of reach But my goal is to try. I can't quite fit them And I don't know why. My helmet, my shield, Feel a little bit cold, But I'm trying to wear them Like I've been