
It's all fire and ash, where we're heading isn't much worse. So only bring the things you might need, everything you know is a curse. You're burning down every bridge, but you claim it's in the interests of all. We thought you were the right man to lead, but you were running long before you crawled. I gotta get some direction, gotta plant that seed. I've become resolute, and I won't stop til it bleeds. In the river of time, I'm just a drop in the sea, I don't know where I'm going, but I know where I've been. I'm treading quicksand and I'm growing tired. Through the holes in your faith, you look out with a broken smile. Nothing's really out of place, but nothing's really going well. You've been tired for so long, convinced that you're immune to the pain. But fairly soon you'll realise, your attitude is pretty much the same. I gotta get some direction, gotta plant that seed. I've become resolute, and I won't stop til it bleeds. In the river of time, I'm just a drop in the sea, I don't know where I'm going, but I know where I've been. I'm treading quicksand and I'm growing tired. We'll be fine, we'll be fine, if we make it on time, to where the dark, meets the light, yeah we'll all be alright. This burden's ours, it's ours to bear, if we could only make them aware. That if they don't get on board, we'll sever this umbilical cord. And leave them high, leave them dry, and leave them on their own, wondering why. Why their plans, all went wrong, and why it ever took them so long <b>...</b>
howling
dollhouse
secrets
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