Of Matter

Burning bridges as I cower beneath
Trying to salvage the debris
My devotion tied around your waist lest you fallNo one seems to sense the strain
No one seems to know

Burning bridges as I cower beneath
Trying to salvage the debris
My devotion tied around your waist lest you fall
No one seems to sense the strain
No one seems to know

I don′t
Begin to proclaim
That I know
I can't continue down this road

Dwelling on what has come to pass
No force alive will bring it back
I would know

I can feel the pressure getting steeper with every life lost
You hope that I won′t see the light of day in time to come
With no conviction founded Just
Judgement contorted based on lust
Give me strength

Your assumption brings to a conclusion of no consequence and
I refuse to play into your hands for your appeal
Inadequate, Inadequate
I know
I know
I know
I know
I've hoped
I've hoped
You′ll see me