endlessly climbing the hill feet sinking deep into the ground elongated road maps point nowhere close but only to their sound
secrets tied up by their feet never reach longevity short strokes reluctant to fight losing their battle against time and gravity
now who are you what side have you taken stealing soapboxes from out under our feet best not try your luck with this one your eyes are now opened even as you sleep
dead ringer dead ringer theyve called on you reach for the rope for it was alive that they buried the fool
everything is an arms race false prophets choose to unite who am i to choose to stay untied the trite balance lies in the suns fiery night
i just want you thinking you owe me nothing the opening of my eyes light blinding sending my head spinning the doors fly open as you take to glide
dead ringer dead ringer
theyve called upon you the rope has been pulled churning harm as the seas tend to do