The P is Silent
I can't shake this, I feel myself slowly going under
Like an anchor at my ankles, I won't survive
I just need some clarity, something to wipe the mud
That's hardened over my eyes
I guess this is how life goes
I thought we choose our own destiny?
"Set in stone" has no leeway
We are all victims to, this war inside of you
There is not room for two
So vanquish your demons, ignite like a beacon
How are we to fly, with wings clipped at both sides?
Our path is not our own
Instinct is just a force guiding us like a drone
The puppeteer tries leading the way
But scissors work miracles on strings
We'll break away
It takes a hand to move a pawn
Sacrifice it, and then move on
We're destined for defeat
For the worst times, there's tomorrow
And the best times there's then
We all have something to hold onto
You know you'll need it again
You'll need it again
Our path is not our own
Instinct is just a force guiding us like a drone
The puppeteer tries leading the way
But scissors work miracles on strings
We'll break away
I won't give up
I won't back down
The time has come
To stand our ground
Resistance isn't futile
We'll break away
We'll break away
I can't shake this, I feel myself slowly going under
Like an anchor at my ankles
I won't survive, I won't survive
I just need some clarity
Something to wipe the mud that's
Hardened over my eyes, over my eyes
I can see again
My path, it is my own, and I alone have control
Like an anchor at my ankles, I won't survive
I just need some clarity, something to wipe the mud
That's hardened over my eyes
I guess this is how life goes
I thought we choose our own destiny?
"Set in stone" has no leeway
We are all victims to, this war inside of you
There is not room for two
So vanquish your demons, ignite like a beacon
How are we to fly, with wings clipped at both sides?
Our path is not our own
Instinct is just a force guiding us like a drone
The puppeteer tries leading the way
But scissors work miracles on strings
We'll break away
It takes a hand to move a pawn
Sacrifice it, and then move on
We're destined for defeat
For the worst times, there's tomorrow
And the best times there's then
We all have something to hold onto
You know you'll need it again
You'll need it again
Our path is not our own
Instinct is just a force guiding us like a drone
The puppeteer tries leading the way
But scissors work miracles on strings
We'll break away
I won't give up
I won't back down
The time has come
To stand our ground
Resistance isn't futile
We'll break away
We'll break away
I can't shake this, I feel myself slowly going under
Like an anchor at my ankles
I won't survive, I won't survive
I just need some clarity
Something to wipe the mud that's
Hardened over my eyes, over my eyes
I can see again
My path, it is my own, and I alone have control
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Corley, Mike Brauch, Nathaniel Syrcle, Sam Stulce, Sean Mcgovern
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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