I'm tripping over myself, no five to help me up.
Too easily i'm causing treason, making the knot tighter.
I'm reading the ground trying to find a lasting string.
The angel's feather seldom fell, but into my hand.
A divine map led by a demon himself to inside.
It pumped so hard, but the four were so broken.
I still sit and feel the world rotate around me.
Just another movie left to be replayed.