Traverse - Crooked Lyrics

I've been staring death in the face
I know how it sounds but I'm not praying or panicking, just thinking out loud
Years of momentum a waste, years still in store riddled with setbacks, but from your fangs drips
Glory be, we're all saved
That deaf and blind chorus must wail convincingly (if what you hear is)
Retrace, retrace those hesitant steps with me
You know damn well you're not the type to let it be
You've been at this for cosmic minutes but you act like you've hand-built Rome
You're so concerned with what isn't
Come, friendly bombs, and carry me home
Laying in wait in the dark
Under the moon, over your narrative
Watching for first fleeting sparks
My mind has run itself into the ground
You are the sum of something less than what it is you preach
That deaf and blind chorus must wail convincingly (if what you hear is)
Retrace, retrace those hesitant steps with me
You know damn well you're not the type to let it be
Crooked is as crooked does as crooked swears it's not, and thus far, crooked's not been open
It just hears what it wants
All that your posturing means is you won't be there to pick up the pieces