Living in recession. It isolates the time that's past by. And it feels so long. I reach for that line I can't hold on, I can't hold on... I can't see what lies beneath the words. Where have I been? Where have I been? Between what rests in my soul and what's given. It will never... it will never weigh the truth. I WONT GIVE UP THIS IS NOT WHERE I STOP.
THE TRUTH IT LIES AND THERE IS FAITH BEHIND THE FRAMES. I have a lot riding on this. And I can't afford to give up now. The scene's repeating. I WONT GIVE UP. I'VE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THERE IS NO ESCAPING.