The hours all go slipping by
The countdown has begun
As prayers get made and thoughts are kept
I'll remain the second son
Inches crawl for day to break
As minutes creep like dust
My mind will lay here wide awake
With the theories we've discussed
If you leave here, what does it make me?
A child at the top of the chain
Still a vessel that's running on empty
But it's the fear that'll drive us insane
Reverted words to get reset
With a hand prone to delay
As some nerves get pushed and stretched across
Every instinct torn and frayed
Noises sound to come again
As days repeat in time
My thoughts will turn up now and then
But they're still so hard to find
If you leave here, what does it make me?
A child at the top of the chain
Still a vessel that's running on empty
But it's the fear that'll drive us insane
It's the fear that'll hide our restraint
Still a vessel that's running on empty
But it's the fear that'll drive us insane
It's the fear that'll hide our restraint