Faith we abate, a perfect design of which we deprecate
We can't decipher this suppressive surge of desire
As I watch the hands of time cradle circumstance and consequence,
I reiterate that the hourglass is near its end and depleting swiftly.
Trace the edge along this line we drew within this narrow space
Memories I can't recreate
Wreckage beyond what we could calculate
An affection that fluctuates
Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate
Who's to say that our faith was kept in a safe place
As we witness a weaker pulse and shallow breaths,
the innocent fight to take their life back, no surrender of light from their eyes
Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keep
Stolen destinations of contingency, ripped apart and vanishing
Memories I can't recreate
Wreckage beyond what we could calculate
An affection that fluctuates
Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate
These wandering eyes provide confirmation of idle actions
Holding keys to open doors we’re too afraid to enter
We scrutinize but execution falls short
Disgust for lack of action
Cover your face with your hands and look away
Memories I can't recreate
Wreckage beyond what we could calculate
An affection that fluctuates
Familiar speech in a new tongue that I can not translate
Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keep
compositores: Jesse Thomas Cash, Joseph Thomas Cavey, William Alexander Ballew
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