Sorrow is a commodity you barter trading future at the cost of gold
Prophecy like tomorrow isn't viewed
Any farther than your vision through stone
Holding on to shallow threats of change
In a choice of wars that stays unwaged
A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide
You're wearing failure like a shining badge of pride
Romanticizing this choice to fall below the waves
Wasting time passing on your turn
Waging war with hollow words
A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide
And the cause is lost when they know
There was a time that they could do better
Self-excused it's refused to take control over and over
There is always another next time
There is always a reason to fall behind
Sorrow lined with apologies you garner
Trading apathy for reaching goals
Authoring a story line behind your back
Both hands are tied destiny has taken hold
Sing along to shallow threats of change the key of fear limiting range
A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide
Wearing failure like a weathered coat of arms
Romanticizing this choice to fall below the waves
Praising scars self-inflicted burns
Waging war with hollow words
A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide
And the cause is lost when they know
There was a time that they could do better
Self-excused it's refused to take control over and over
There is always another next time
There is always a reason to fall in line
And the cause is lost when they know
There was a time that they could do better
Self-excused it's refused to take control over and over
There is always another next time
There comes a time to become someone else in your own eyes
There is always a reason when it's all on the line
It's on the line