it was mercy it was grace it was
all the ugly tucked away from my face

and i did it? to myself? and i did it? to you?

flash forward
and i'm an apathetic fighter
tracing my finger on this lighter
and if it takes me higher

well i'm gonna be a liar
set two truths on fire
line this world with wire
keep out a real entire

feeling my illusion and i'm glad it's in my hands to hold
when reality hissed at me that i wasn't made to fold and fold
but Habit starts small! and then Habit gets old
and Truth, do tell
and truth was told

so circumstance came as karmic knight
and filled me with so much worry about wrong and right

then circumstance tugged at two loosened strands
and i stood a little too tall before I fell into the worst of hands
dropped into circumstantial moral fight
worrying i got off far too often and far too light

so i go back into old moral grounds
here i feel a dream as it drowns
here i hear a siren as it sounds

and i know consequence didn't make me sorry and it didn't make me contrite
and if there was a thing i picked on it was Justice in a Fight

i'm sorry and i'm trying now