Hail to the thieves of wasted opportunity Silence is death Misdirection is real If I had known what I know now Not that that would change a thing I'd rather be where I'd rather be Nowhere But here Strange parasite of loss devouring the night It feeds on a dream of what never can be If there's a chance for my junior heart She'll have a better start With footing to stand With outlook To land A way From fear Feeding the heart of a champion Born of the scene of a crime Staggering proof of bewildering youth Making sense for the very first time Tied to the wrist of endless possibility Serving the servants it hadn't occurred When you're allowed to discern true west from That which you have learned A pattern enfolds Informs that you've been told The patter withholds In forms that you've been sold Feeding the heart of a champion Born of the scene of the crime Staggering proof of bewildering youth Making sense for the very first time Word to the wise I could use an apology Same as before only now I know why Secrets and lies I'm alone in the thought of me Yeah, I could go on but I don't wanna talk about it Change what you want Discovery at any cost Exceed all assumptions of who you can be There is a hole in my heart Where she has torn my world apart For footing to stand And outlook To land Away From Fear