Away

Tarmac feels like a blanket for the dead almost No fathers for the spirits or the holy ghosts Well at least we don't worry who we hate the most These days Footsteps inside the valley of the nondescript Nobody thinks for free you gotta pay for it As we skip To the beat of the sound of defeat It's all attack or decay So take me away Away The way The way I don't believe Tension plays like a bass line in a comic strip Load bearing calculations on my rapier wit I wanna offer you redemption but I'm full of shit You see Put faith into the glory of the written word If the content of the message doesn't get you first Will you sleep To the sound of the weak in defeat It's all attack or decay So take me away Away The way The way I Don't believe Away The way The way I Don't believe Away The way The way I Don't believe