Hold on to what you're given,
Because it will be taken away.
Fate is harsh, but you will live
to see another day.

Losing trinkets of value,
Surely doesn't compare,
To losing what you've worked for,
And wasting their good air.

My final hour's come before me,
My faith devoured has come to claim me,
My world, sour lifts to take me,
My bleeding brain ticks on.

Lately I've been having dreams,
Of why you think this way,
All I know, is but the truth,
I don't know what to say.

I spin, and spin and find myself
In positions with no merit,
My last requests return unanswered,
I might as well forget it.

But you know, my mind is weak,
I could be persuaded, true,
But the question is,
Why would you try,
To keep me close to you?

My final hour's come before me,
My faith devoured has come to claim me,
My world, sour lifts to take me,
My bleeding brain ticks on.

Dead concoctions call my name,
You think this is just some sick game?
I'm not an animal to be tamed,
My dying mind cries on.

Why did you play my mind as mud?
You know you don't see true,
My will is not
A toy to break,
Yet I still feel you.

My final hour's come before me,
My faith devoured has come to claim me,
My world, sour lifts to take me,
My bleeding brain ticks on.

Dead concoctions call my name,
You think this is just some sick game?
I'm not an animal to be tamed,
My dying mind cries on.

Sighing, Onward, to take the blame,
I wear my colors to fake the same,
Your crimes have made me stake my claim,
Sorrow's Line moves on.

Don't go where I can't follow.
My thoughts are always you,
You know I don't feel what I should,
But I'd still die for you.