A little more than life's been wasted. Since you went away, nothing's changed. We stick together, it won't last forever. So why is there so much pain?.
I can feel it in the thunder rolling, lightning crashing. It's our time, the wait is over. Fire's burning, floods are rising. It's our time, the wait is over.
All I see inside. Is a longing for something that's outside. This understanding of. The sun breaking open. And it shines over me. It shines over me. I can see order in the way.
Destiny. Questioning the connection with some. Divinity. Is there something for me?. I'm stretching out my faith. . I have tasted all the things this world has offered me.
What is all this. The question I am asking. It's not what is. I feel like I was promised. This hurts, this leaves. A lasting laceration. I can't believe.
Go build it up, tear it down. My finger in the strings connected to your hands. I dance the mockery. A theme of decadence. Now I am sinking in this violence.
It's not found in throwing roses on a grave. Or in the cursed bottom of a bottled plague. It wasn't in the torment that will never fade. But I see the truth now.
Tomorrow may never come. An everyday possible prophecy. If I'm hated or if I'm adored. I will not question You here with me. . This solemn truth I will depend on.
Could it be that I am just a product. Of my own selfishness?. Could it be that I am just a model. That no one should follow?. . Couldn't take Your word as it was given.
You break the glass. Try to hide your face. Recorded lines. That just will not erase. And buried in your loss of innocence. You wonder if you'll find it again.