Kingdom
So long, my best friend
To enter the Kingdom with a gun
To come undone
Poor words chose those steps
They walked with the motions of a man I barely stand
But know you are my every thought
And know that you're my cross to every naught
But it's okay, not too late
I'm not sure if I'm gonna burst
A system shock for the two of us
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
Holding out with bated breathe
A beckoning cry to leave a loss
I stride with red arms wide
I went for the memories from inside
And it's all my fault
Who claims to grasp your fall?
I went for a mark to show my lull
In the ground and salt
But know you are my every thought
And know that you're my cross to every naught
But it's okay, not too late
I'm not sure if I'm gonna burst
A system shock for the two of us
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
Holding out with bated breathe
A beckoning cry to leave a loss
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
I'm not sure if I'm gonna burst
A system shock for the two of us
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
Holding out with bated breathe
A beckoning cry to leave a loss
Here we grant rights to know ourselves
I hope that we can turn around
It sees our penitence
He feels our innocence
Here we grant rights to know what's hell
Yeah
How can I ever rectify all this?
And how can I ever justify myself?
So far from anything I ever knew
I know you can read my sound right through
I sung in sympathy toward the deaf
What's next?
What's next?
And what's next?
What's next?
To enter the Kingdom with a gun
To come undone
Poor words chose those steps
They walked with the motions of a man I barely stand
But know you are my every thought
And know that you're my cross to every naught
But it's okay, not too late
I'm not sure if I'm gonna burst
A system shock for the two of us
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
Holding out with bated breathe
A beckoning cry to leave a loss
I stride with red arms wide
I went for the memories from inside
And it's all my fault
Who claims to grasp your fall?
I went for a mark to show my lull
In the ground and salt
But know you are my every thought
And know that you're my cross to every naught
But it's okay, not too late
I'm not sure if I'm gonna burst
A system shock for the two of us
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
Holding out with bated breathe
A beckoning cry to leave a loss
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
I'm not sure if I'm gonna burst
A system shock for the two of us
Yeah
And it's okay, not too late
Holding out with bated breathe
A beckoning cry to leave a loss
Here we grant rights to know ourselves
I hope that we can turn around
It sees our penitence
He feels our innocence
Here we grant rights to know what's hell
Yeah
How can I ever rectify all this?
And how can I ever justify myself?
So far from anything I ever knew
I know you can read my sound right through
I sung in sympathy toward the deaf
What's next?
What's next?
And what's next?
What's next?
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