Broken Lines

Guilt will catch you when you're slowing down
A gut reaction to destroy your crown
Like losing a saint now
Built on bridges and we're still torn down
A conversation to dissolve this sound
We're losing a saint

Feel close to breaking
So close to face your soul
Still elevating
We're not the same

Break what you can take from this
You'll never be a part
All that we can make from this
Is everything you're not

Drown the conscience of a best laid plan
The unravelling and underhand
Of losing a saint now
A forced hand backwards like a cross to bear
With no religion left to take us there
Just losing a saint

Feel close to breaking
So close to face your soul
Still elevating
We're not the same

Still first to fake it
Too far to gain to control
Through all the waiting
We're not the same

Break what you can take from this
You'll never be a part
All that we can make from this
Is everything you're not

Too hard to walk on broken lines
We count these blessings in disguise
Can't take it all

Feel close to breaking
So close to face your soul
Still elevating
We're not the same

Break what you can take from this
You'll never be a part
All that we can make from this
Is everything you're not

Break what you can take from this
You'll never be a part
All that we can make from this
Is everything you're not



Credits
Writer(s): Neal Andrew Mitchell, Jonathan Philip Keen, Kevin James Green
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