Since when has barelyt there been just enough? When has head below, been staying up, set in ways of caution, the expectations low, when circular is the motion the product ends up so. Its such a peculiar condition, this tragedy, downsize and program expectency, do we not bleed the same? Everyone is symbiotic when it rains. The strings, the eyes, and the stage that we dance on to satisfy. The lines are drawn and its nottoo late to edify. Time tears holes in the chances in our lives. I speak my mind, the same as every other liar, at what price do we find the cost of mental suicide, I speak my mind,the same as every other liar, its all mental suicide. Can we break from the sour ones, lets pull the braces from the rungs, if this comfort feels like complacency choe on the words that were meant for me. The lines are drawn and its far too late to edify, time tears holes in the chances in our lives. We are left with merely empty hands, the hate we wear are tattered, they're save for hypocrisy and the cradle where we lay them is buckling. My feelings are toxic, my trophy and my vise, but for this disease, for what I believe, I die a thousand times, I'll die a thousand times. These parallels are all I find. For this I'd die a thousand times. The lines are drawn and its not too late to edify, time tears holes in the chances in our lives.
