Trust Fall

Reputation
Implication
Separation
No Conviction

It's gotta be the rippling of your eyes
The evidence of pain withdrawal
It's gotta be the rhythm of your mind
This is the storm before the trust fall

No distraction
Indignation
Old constrictions

It's gotta be the rippling of your eyes
The evidence of pain withdrawal
It's gotta be the rhythm of your mind
This is the storm before the trust fall

Gone are the days when you'd given up all hope
Desperate place at the end of your rope
Gone is the space where you, you lost all control
A constant rat race where you never reach your goal

Move the wretched out
And retch it out, to be condoned

Move the wretched out
And retch it out, and return
Home



Credits
Writer(s): David Ruth
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