How long
Will the victor write the verse to history's song?
Do you know
The pain from your pen's hyperbolic flow?
You dilute
Any wisdom and divorce it from the truth
So bring me back
To face down the source of the attack
It's unreal
The effort that it takes these wounds to heal
Don't be afraid
If it's true
Could you please come back tomorrow?
Bleeding through
Could have tried to blot it out
We'll only miss the mark
There are greater ways to try and lie down
We were golden
Impaired
It's the magnitude of which I'm unaware
Broken down
Complicit silence is the loudest sound
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
I'm not afraid
If it's true
Could you please come back tomorrow?
Bleeding through
Could have tried to blot it out
We'll only miss the mark
There are greater ways to try and lie down
We were golden
