Whatever falls on the tracks
Isn’t as valuable as you are.
What if I left myself down there?
What if I fell…
Are the same that progress me
The horns they wear Are the same that tear…
At me. Solemnity dictates direction
Proclivity consumes consumption
No matter where I run
There’s a gun… Whatever falls on the tracks
Isn’t as valuable as you.
What if I left myself down there?
What if I fell… I fell through a hole in a wall
Couldn’t bear to see it all
Jumped back through time
Got back up to see the fall. Slipping around time
Sliding through the haze.
Feeling like the world could end
Seeing the end of days… Whatever falls on the tracks
Isn’t as valuable as you are.
What if I left myself down there?
What if I fell… The demons that posses me
Are the same that progress me
The horns they wear Are the same that tear…
At me.