It's only a couple of minutes away
No matter which way it lands
I know it gets harder and harder to follow the format
And fight with the reasons
The wear and tear, the scythe or the rope
But word to the wise
Don't suffer more than you need to
It won't ever be enough
They all fall
Exactly as they should
It's a wonderful life
It's a wonderful life
Repeating again and again
And wherever it goes, your body won't believe
But that can't stop it from reaching out
From beneath
A bedrock is forming
One greater than the bones they've been forced to bear
And you will bear witness to their waste
A word of warning
In my time, I've learned a couple of secrets
Tricks of the trade
That falling through time is all
Ebbs and flows
Ebbs and flows
There is no without
And it's no great loss
It's only just
It's only just
A prison
If you let it be
A mirage
If you make it so
You have more control of what pieces you leave behind
Than you do of where they go
So if you must make believe
Then let it be known
You can be more than a mirage
If you make it so
Go as you must
And nothing will matter any less
And wherever it goes, your body won't believe
But that can't stop it from reaching out
From beneath
A bedrock is forming
One greater than the bones they've been forced to bear
And you will bear witness to their grace
Word to the wise
When you exit the frame
They hold their breath
What little they know
That's what carries you through
Finds a place for the soul
The sighs and the weeping
Such primitive magic
That's what has you bound to the gradient
From here to the fray
The gone and the grey
The red and opaque
A word of warning
A whisper is a whirlwind
Your silence, a chasm
A fissure on the heart
It's a wonderful life
So give it a sigh
In my time, I've learned a couple of secrets
That being scattered around is all
Ebbs and flows
There is no 'without'
And it's no great loss
It's only just
It's only