A pushed patience will finally take its toll Follow trails of fingertips Leaving you will be like the burden of death
Or let it guide us to the end
It's coming back to haunt us Words fall from your lips But never from my thoughts Let the numbered days lead Leaving you will be like the burden of death
Or let it guide us to the end
We'll live in this moment These days will fade through As we're forced to watch the time fade away In this hole we taste the scars We waste the end like dying stars In this hole we taste the scars