And now he craves the complication
Yet something's up his sleeve
He bends the rails to miss the station
To let the pressure breathe
And now for readers of this fiction
There's something to believe
He's going under
The red flags falling down
My only brother, brother
He cuts in with a harmony
The voice of his own worst enemy
And in his head it doesn't matter
There's nothing else to do
When every step, a new cliff hanger
He begs for one false move
To send his silver lining scattered
And make this mess come true
He's going under
The red flags waving around
My only brother, brother
He cuts in with a harmony
The voice of his own worst enemy
And in his head it doesn't matter
In his head it does not matter
Matter, matter, matter
He's going under
My only brother, brother
He cuts in with a harmony
The voice of his own worst enemy