Из альбома: Isolation
Two ways to choose,
On a razor's edge,
Remain behind,
Go straight ahead
Room full of people, room for just one,
If I can't break out now, the time just won't come
Watch me unwind
Rejected and depressed
Everything I am I hate
Confused, directionless
Knowing this is all we had
Existing on best terms we can until
Death takes us from our own fucking hands
But nothing can touch us now
I tell myself that I know I don't want to be the man who tells stories
Of the all things that were ripped from my hands before I truly grasped them and I know if we shutdown in stages then let this be the last time
That I ever fucking gave a shit, with my head in my hands, I never meant anything more than this,
This is the story of permanence
This is the story of unchained momentum
This is the story of everything, we ever wanted