Brothers holding in embrace
Safety's sake
They know it's wrong
To hold and fake
Forgot to put my armor and coat
Broken legs run faster still
And I wave my hands around
I sway in the masses like a boat.
Each is clear
Take your time now
Here we resume
I'm the reason I feel pain
Hope
You gotta find that
Hope
Hope
And I can't find my virtue
I feel like I'm lost
Filling in that hole
Scratch that windshield
Make it all weird
Make it more scratched
Fake attempts at wasted gain.
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