Two ways to choose

On a razor's edge

Remain behind

Go straight ahead

Room full of people, room for just one

If I can't break out now, the time just won't come

Watch me unwind

Rejected and depressed

Everything I am I hate

Confused, directionless

Knowing this is all we had

Existing on best terms we can until

Death takes us from our own fucking hands

But nothing can touch us now

I tell myself that I know I don't want to be the man who tells stories

Of the all things that were ripped from my hands before I truly grasped them and I know if we shutdown in stages then let this be the last time

That I ever fucking gave a shit, with my head in my hands, I never meant anything more than this

This is the story of permanence

This is the story of unchained momentum

This is the story of everything, we ever wanted