Texty: Falling Forward. Other. Christensen Spring.

years are slowly liver are changing say goodbye to all that would stay the same lives all of us are fading let's drop the torch form a line and burn down the place this time we sought for something greater we started out bright but tarnished with age why follow broken angels let's cut the line lock the door and just walk away see all my lies are written down scared to know the face I've only spoke of feel all our lives on common ground we feed upon ourselves to keep us higher we see the truth but close our eyes smile on our face now it's time to fuel the fire let's drop the torch form a line and burn down this place