Seasons of Failure

Sorrow is a commodity you barter trading future at the cost of gold

Prophecy like tomorrow isn't viewed any farther than your vision through stone

Holding on to shallow threats of change in a choice of wars that stays unwaged

A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide

You're wearing failure like a shining badge of pride

Romanticizing this choice to fall below the waves

Wasting time passing on your turn

Waging war with hollow words

A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide

And the cause is lost when they know there was a time that they could do better

Self-excused it's refused to take control over and over

There is always another next time

There is always a reason to fall behind

Sorrow lined with apologies you garner trading apathy for reaching goals

Authoring a story line behind your back both hands are tied destiny has taken hold

Sing along to shallow threats of change the key of fear limiting range

A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide

Wearing failure like a weathered coat of arms

Romanticizing this choice to fall below the waves

Praising scars self-inflicted burns

Waging war with hollow words

A cycle of seasons with an ever-rising tide

And the cause is lost when they know there was a time that they could do better

Self-excused it's refused to take control over and over

There is always another next time

There is always a reason to fall in line

And the cause is lost when they know there was a time that they could do better

Self-excused it's refused to take control over and over

There is always another next time

There comes a time to become someone else in your own eyes

There is always a reason when it's all on the line

It's on the line