When all seems lost by an alarm of screaming,
you try to fix all the mess left behind,
loose ends will always come undone,
but when you think is over, it turns on again,
slowly grind your teeth, in your spare time,
realize that this is what it has to come,
Open the side of the window, and let the wind blow,
through your hair, past your eyes,
straight down into the fingertips,
stretched wings like soaring wings,
I try to help but with whatever I can sing,
slowly grind your teeth, in your spare time,
realize that this is what it has to come,
by the grace of my hand, I'll get rid of this mess,
reflecting back the sight of the tower's light,
to what do I owe this money and success,
I'm just here doing what I know whats right,
words have a way to stay and settle,
close those lips and never speak of this,
widen your eyes to view damage dealt,
I have never seen disappearing lives,
by the grace of my hand, I'll get rid of this mess,
close those lips and never speak of this,
slowly grind your teeth, in your spare time,
realize that this is what it has to come,
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