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
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
Following step by step in each of our lives
Eyes always following and watching speaking tongues unknown
Following step by step I go