Texty: Lonely Kings. Crowning Glory. My Requital.

I keep forgetting about the fortune
Its only mine if I don't run late
I got a question about projection
I wasn't there when you did explain
All your rules and the lies
And the useless alibi's
I never wanted to cause a commotion
I'm only running like I'm brave
Was it all we had?
Was it ever justified?
By the time we wake
Don't count on me
She said is something wrong with this
I worry about a more proper revenge
Don't bury me
Uncovered apprehensive legs
Running towards the finish line of friends
Do I need your diary?
Do I steal your thoughts?
As you hide your knife away in my back?
Every word I say here after is a collection to mark my fate?
In a single moment we find disaster
Is only harsh if I don't complain
All your heart and tears
Losing grip along the years
With every hour I spend on the wire
Like in the moment before rain