Lyrics

Let me in between the vestige Astounding, as we think The blast of carbon lasted It fills the air, and shows me everything All - not stopping at the end Where I deprived my stance To color in the past Filling toward the often askewed Corrections/collections that fall As we slip away the vested concerns are everything but true We'll slip away - call the answers everything but truth Balance to be ahead of the impulsive impatience Slowing yourself to live the shelf-life and antiquated Balance to be ahead of the impulsive impatience Slowing yourself to live the shelf-life and antiquated