The Falling Cycle Paroles

kept inside
distraught
if i hated you for all the wrong reasons
would you hate me for it
and show me the right way?
too much time
so many simple escapes
and what if the strain drew tears, or blood?
would you suspend yourself above it all?
or could you fly?
just briefly enough to collect your last thoughts
yes
but don't
not just yet
there's so much behind the stained glass that you can't see and haven't learned
haven't learned at all
bleeding
begging to know

lash out again, only to stumble over feet all left behind
it will burn
it's too late
it will burn