Texty: Trapt. Someone in Control. Lost Realist.

My independence is calling my name
A doubtful voice provides my faith
My independence only has a taste
An unsure choice I can't embrace

You'd have to carve me, carve me from stone
Right to the bone or we'll end up alone
Playing the role of someone in control

Why do I rush to slow down?
Why do I rush to slow down everything?
Why do I rush to slow down?
Why do I rush to slow down everything?

Will the dice ever roll? When will I ever know?
Will the plot ever twist or will I still resist?
I've been playing the part of a lost realist

My independence is turning the page
Tomorrow comes, we start to fade
My independence only complicates
It's not enough to meet half way

You'd have to carve me, carve me from stone
Right to the bone or we'll end up alone
Playing the role of someone in control

Why do I rush to slow down?
Why do I rush to slow down everything?
Why do I rush to slow down?
Why do I rush to slow down everything?

Will the dice ever roll? When will I ever know?
Will the plot ever twist or will I still resist?
I've been playing the part of a lost realist

I only keep what I give away
I only keep what I give away

Why do I rush to slow down?
Why do I rush to slow down everything?
Why do I rush to slow down?
Why do I rush to slow down everything?

Will the dice ever roll? When will I ever know?
Will the plot ever twist or will I still resist?
I've been playing the part of a lost realist

Why do I rush to slow down?
Why do I rush to slow down everything?
Why do I rush to slow down?