Now hold on, boy you've reached a great divide.
Stuck between two separate lives, you've been helplessly aligned
In a straight path of choices and accidents,
Yea each moment decided the next. You'll soon be lost to this beautiful mess,
So just sit back and enjoy the ride,
Cuz look, your hands are bound and tied. It ain't easy so just try
to take this all in with your eyes open,
now that your wide awake and no longer named by your mistakes. Come on, your heart was so heavy, it was bound to break.
And as you think back to your night in that concrete hell,
What is it that troubles you the most? Is it the memory of your ghost?
Or is it nothing pertaining to those lost bones
is it the thought that nothing is gold,
That it's just as you've been told, that its a straight path of choices and accidents? No, you cannot make this last. You'll just cling tight to your fading past and never let go,
But you'll soon find that your grip won't hold,
And that each moment buries the last,
And ties you tighter to that ugly mask,
Son this will all just slip right past you