Wasting time all the people you said were right
In a life that was out of sight from what happened in here
You were born with a purpose or so it's sworn
Is it worthless to feel so torn about what happened in here

I'll be sure the poisons pure at night
All these rows of soldiers fall in line

Lighted traps or a fixture of autocrats
But their birthright is soon to lapse from what happened in here
Cinder blocks in a cascade of falling rocks
Set along from the aftershock of what happened in here

I'll be sure the poisons pure at night
All these rows of soldiers fall in line

Without words to guide you worth in time
I will not let it go
I've been hanging out I know I'll wait a while to go