Faith we abate

A perfect design of which we deprecate

We can't decipher

This suppressive surge of desire

As I watch the hands of time

Cradle circumstance and consequence, I reiterate that

The hourglass is near its end and depleting swiftly

Trace the edge

Along this line we drew within this narrow space

Memories I can't recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue

That I cannot translate

Who's to say

That our faith was kept in a safe place?

As we witness a weaker pulse and shallow breaths

The innocent fight to take their life back

No surrender of light from their eyes

Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keep

Stolen destinations of contingency

Ripped apart and vanishing

Memories I can't recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue

That I cannot translate

These wandering eyes provide confirmation of idle action

Holding keys to open doors, we're too afraid to

Enter, we scrutinize but

Execution falls short

Disgust for lack of action

Cover your face with your hands and look away

Memories I can't recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue

Memories I can't recreate

Wreckage beyond what we could calculate

An affection that fluctuates

Familiar speech in a new tongue

That I cannot translate

Perpetrator, give back what's not yours to keep