work of the artist never comes easy one, two, here we go down another road to the unknown
time is fleeting humming tunes of wisdom why must the broken feel so deeply only cause you loved them
one rose left till the season's over the wind's blowing harder but you still haven't faced death
survive the number one goal is breaking loose off the tracks but we're still alive despite this throw away your noose! don't make this breath your last!
present tense hypocrisy not quite alone but alone enough in misery i can feel it in my bones this sudden rush