Integral of the unsound braid
Sold on its strength within
And you cling as it divides
(Better look up before you hit the floor
Had a hold once but you needed more)
What did you want it to be?
Made the fall once but it's not for me now
Made the fall once but it's not for me now
Thought that I had a solid hold
But I was not the one who was in control
Though the rope breaks I cannot be stopped
Strand by strand till I reach the top
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