Texty: The Music. Inconceivable Odds.

Lay down your injured arms
cos we've come so far as one
dig me out of here so on my back I feel some sun
flee the darkness of this hour
leave the modern world behind
my life's a burning tower
the walls are the hills we climb
how do I fight these inconceivable odds
from bringing me down
the drive for explanation grips us all
and pins us to the ground
if I ever leave your side unattended
exposed to the fall
if I ever leave your heart undefended
your back to the wall

everyone must exist alone
we all run races with no endng
my thoughts are synchronised
to a clock with no time
the heart of men will be corrupted
abandoned by themselves
life makes their minds destructive
frightened by the trigger inside

how do I fight these inconceivable odds
from bringing me down
the drive for explanation grips us all
and pins us to the ground
if I ever leave your side unattended
explosed to the fall
if I ever leave your heart undefended
your back to the wall