I drift away when we conversate
As I try to find a better way to tell you all the things I've kept encapsulated
This rough terrain isn't made for waltzing
I can't possibly take what you're offering
Getting through to you is the toughest
My mind turns like a door knob
Without God, we're lost
We can't repeat the mistakes of history
Learn from the past, you don't always burn when you crash
This mask acts as a facade
A bunch of useless tools in my garage
My visions are not a mirage
This feeling of you is rough
I don't plan to give my heart up
I'll drive my force into you
The heavy burden of the blood that will course into you
I'm caught in a mood of black and gray
All my dreams have passed away
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