I've been so devout. I've been drowning out the voices in my head. I've been suffering for all the choices that i made. An ancient baby filled with dread I know I know I want to let it go I can't get it right I'm on to you You forced my hand to choose. We can leave tonight. This is for cowards. This is for slack-jawed. Settled in on the losing end. Tourniquet-clad. Blackballed. We're tired of the race. We're sick of the smell. A special lie that hides inside, but it sells and it sells and it sells. I know I know I want to let it go. I can't get it right. I'm on to you. You forced my hand to choose. We can leave tonight.