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Texty: Allister. Walking The Plank.

What's it gonna be?
What's the model you believe?
It's clear that you don't give a shit
About the way things used to be

So you run and hide
To escape the fear inside
Another blank expression
Sail away right behind your eyes

Promises don't mean a thing to me
Until the actions show
There's so much more to your lies

As you wear this new disguise
And watch it eat you from inside
As you fade away to nothing more
Than what you had to hide

So cut your ties
This was your last free ride
You place the blame on everything
And now you're trying to survive

What's left to say
Now that nothing has changed
Left you to pack up all your shit
And get the fuck out of my way

Promises don't mean a thing to me
Until the actions show
There's so much more to your lies

As you wear this new disguise
And watch it eat you from inside
As you fade away to nothing more
Than what you had to hide

Can you sense the breakdown of these walls
Built to break your fall?

As you wear this new disguise
And watch it eat you from inside
As you fade away to nothing more
Than a distant force
That's crowded by a silent alibi