Lean

By popular demand you fall to waste again. Brought to the execution by a friend. The guilt is wearing down the defense, and gearing up your same old reasons. Allowing you to relive the same old day. I can see the pain living inside you. I can see the change standing beside you. Lean on me this time. (This time) Somehow you slip behind and go on your way. Somewhere you'll find a place to make this stay. For now it's wearing down the defense, and deconstructing every pretense. Crawling up your spine and watching you decay. Decay... (Chorus)