Two ways to choose on a razors edge

Remain behind or go straight ahead

A room full of people, room for just one

If I can't break out now, my time just won't come

Watch me unwind, rejected and depressed

Everything I am I hate

Confused, directionless

Knowing this is all we have

Is this the best chance we get

To do things up from our own fucking hands?

But nothing can stop us now

But nothing can stop us now

I tell myself that I know

I don't want to be the man who tells stories

Of all the things that I know

Ripped from my hands before I truly grasp them

If we're sheltered in stages and let this be the last time

Then I know I never fucking got a chance

With my head in my hands

I never meant anything more than this

This is the story of permanence

This is the story of untamed momentum

This is the story of everything we ever wanted

This is the story of permanence

This is the story of untamed momentum

This is the story of everything