Walter White

Slipping into, a raging dark current
This will end too soon
Reaching out for a brand new position
The power of it all
Threats of all to be lost and soon forgotten
The torrent grows, with each loss of clear thought direction
I won't wait and be carried away
For nothing
Thinking the dust will just settle itself
in my favor

I keep it up

I won't feed your tears
My envy grows with each passing moment
Timeless banks display traces of a former struggle
None of the things we've made were meant to be
Taken away
None of the things we've made were
Meant to be taken from us

We are
Survivalist idealists
Sifting through the raging dark current

We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are



Credits
Writer(s): Into The Storm
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