Staring at the wall. The wall of her discretion trying to calculate, how tall it goes. And I'm wearing thin. Like paper on the cutting board, just waiting to be torn. But she holds, down. And she stands her ground. And she'll always have a reason to believe, in something more than this. Well you think you can see better than the unrighteous? Well think again.
You've got mud in your eyes. You'll never see this disguise.
If what you had in mind, is something up in the skies.
I will not be conditional to you, or your views. I promise you.
I'm merely trying to conceive your realm.
And the dockets closed. And the verdict has been given and it leaves me here, all alone. But she holds, down. And she stands her ground. And she'll always have a reason to believe, in something more than this. Well you think you can see better than the unrighteous? Well think again.
You've got mud in your eyes. You'll never see this disguise.
If what you had in mind, is something up in the skies.
I will not be conditional to you, or your views. I promise you.
I'm merely trying to conceive your realm.
You've got mud in your eyes. You'll never see this disguise.
If what you had in mind, is something up in the skies.
I will not be conditional to you, or your views. I promise you.