This is the last time i will [bad word] the eyes of a million follow each step i take walking further into [bad word] the weak and willing wither under the weight of their own restraint
we hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be
every motion creates a canyon left empty
slowly the path begins to [bad word] and split [bad word] lurks waiting to fill the void
while the other motions grief and iridescent light
a sense of knowing and divide, this is a choice in which we all relate
this is a choice make up your mind
following step by step in each of our lives
eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown
following step by step i go
it's torn away when i try to hold on
i grab the end of my senses, dragging them to reality
and as i see who i am now this is the path to being free
This is the last time i will [bad word] the eyes of a million follow each step i take walking further into [bad word] the weak and willing wither under the weight
we hold an ideal of the way it's supposed to be
seemingly perfect like a [bad word] of dots
ollowing step by step in each of our lives
eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown
following step by step i go