UnderOath. writing on the walls (older version). Zeneszám

Maybe we?
Why don't we sit right here for half an hour?
We'll speak of what a waste I am
And how we messed up it again

I swear we need to find some comfort in this run down place
To preach the cup of this constant state that we live in
And I try, I try

How can you try to place us all
To fit the shape of until we break?
Falling down, yeah
You to move on, move on!
You must do what they show you
At this rate we can't give up

I'm thinking back on the things I've said
We're thinking back on the things I've said
My seconds just stand still
Hear me through then I swear I'll go

We walk alone, we walk alone
We walk alone, we walk alone
We walk alone, we walk alone
Back home, alone
Back home

You're almost gone and I'm okay
I still see your sorrow
To give you time to be afraid
Put over your face again
I remember your presence

I'll hope to God you come down
I'll hope to God you feel this now
I'll hope to God you come down
I'll hope to God

I know there must be some way out of here
And part of them will be waiting there