So tell me, if you're ready,
then why are your palms sweaty?
Grab tight, your knuckles white
wind up and swing
With all your nights illuminated by days spent in the dark,.
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough?
You built yourself a house.
A house is not a home, if every shadow is your own,
is your own.
Time stands still, your movement frozen,
staring down at what you've broken,
and walk on, the dust will lift from the ground,
and settle into new found comfort in your empty space.
Eyes drowning, surrounding colours bleed onto the air
and the life you stood by dissolves in arbitrary lines,
you drew just to have something to cross.
Have you had enough?
Have you had enough?
so dirty up your hands, the hands that used to,
hold this whole foundation let go.
Time stands still, your movement frozen,
staring down at what you've broken,
and walk on, the dust will lift from the ground,
and settle into new found comfort in your empty space.
So tear it, brick by beam by pain by memory
stare at all the nothing you created.
Tear it, brick by beam by pain by memory
stare at all the nothing you created.
Time stands still, your movement frozen,
staring down at what you've broken,
and walk on, the dust will lift from the ground,
and settle into new found comfort in your empty space.