Cyclical stuck inside a never ending rhyme. But you're comfortable just another decomposing alibis. Sing yourself to sleep count the days gone by. But outside of your walls passes real life. So here's a velvet covered brick death comes to us all too quick. Here's your chance to live but I heard you say. "We're heading nowhere. It's not close to them. Even horizons can fade. Hope says she's never a saint. They're all waiting on a prayer. If we're heading nowhere". Turbulence am I causing you to think outside a cell for once. Just feel comfortable dissolving years like no one else before. And I said lead to where you are lead your way through this. But fear and fail has made you its captive it's passive. So here's a velvet covered brick death comes to us all too quick. Here's your chance to love but I heard you scream!. "We're heading nowhere. It's not close to them. Even horizons can fade. Hope says she's never a saint. They're all waiting on a prayer. If we're heading nowhere