See the forest fall down around me
To expose my prey.
Try, you cannot hide.
You cannot escape.
Let fly your fingers, craft empty words.
We know your formula, those words are a curse
That seek to bind the meek,
And reap what they've sewn
They're stripped and bound, and will sink like a stone.
I have been here before...
Amid this tranquil, amid this tranquil storm.
Where's your silent calm?
So removed from form.
Let fly your fingers, craft empty words.
We know your formula, those words are a curse
That seek to bind the meek,
And reap what they've sewn
They're stripped and bound, and will sink like a stone.
They sink like a stone...
I am the wrench in your plan
(Forever the one that just got away)