I used to be so young and invincible The mistakes of my youth are finally catching up to me The face that stares back in the mirror should carry nothing
This plane is going down in flames and this time There's no black box to capture your last words A situation we can't make any sense of Sacrifice costs
See yourself to the exit We can't afford to watch you resort to this Even hope hides in the shadows Nothing is real, color is black, is white, is color
Go Everything looks the same It's all so watered down Where does our anchor lie? Where does our anchor lie? Yeah, there's no identity in others insecurities
Open your closed mind, close your open mouth You're pushing more than you're pulling Every word that you say passes through my Open your closed mind,
Bite your tongue until it bleeds This pain is worth more than what you have to say Swallow your pride because silence is golden And I wouldn't pay a penny
: Go... Everything looks the same. It's all so watered down. Where does our anchor lie? Where does our anchor lie? Yeah... There's no identity in other
: This ship is sinking, deeper and deeper. We've abandoned this vessel and left the captain for dead. Waves thirst for our passing. Waves thirst for
: This hollow feeling, The knowledge that you exist Amidst your insecurities. Cover up only to coward out, And never shutting up Only to never speak
: Open your closed mind. (Open your closed mind.) Close your open mouth. You're pushing more than you're pulling. Every word that you say passes through
: Bite your tongue until it bleeds. This pain is worth more than what you have to say. Swallow your pride because silence is golden, and I wouldn't pay
: See yourself to the exit. We can't afford to watch you resort to this (resort to this). Even hope hides in the shadows. Nothing is real. Color is black
: The people who survive the sword will find favor in the desert. [Jeremiah 31:2] I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt. [Jeremiah 31:4]
: I used to be so young and invincible. The mistakes of my youth are finally catching up to me. The face that stares back in the mirror should carry
crushing my back. You are the salt that's burning my wounds. You're the straw that's crushing my back. You are the salt that's burning my wounds. You'
: This moment will too pass us by. It's this notion inside all of us to prioritize through our selfish eyes. To be the bull behind the rampage, the reason
: You are infatuated, with what consumes you. Put the victim on the front lines, and left for dead. Stop acting like there's no other option, but to
: [feat. clean sung guest vocals by Tommy Rogers of Between the Buried and Me] This plane's going down in flames, and this time there's no black box
