Vārdi: Bravo Romeo Bravo. Twilight. Excess Progress.

Where do I stand if there's nothing but broken ground?
Our wills and our callouses are broken
We're imprisoned and bound- time is slipping away
Our wills and our callouses are broken
We're imprisoned and bound

He used the knife like a quill and crossed out what he'd become
His blood, his ink
Don't tell me the greatest stress is returning back-and we don't progress?
I am the voyager chained to the dock
The worlds best case of the worst paradox

Where do I stand if there's nothing but broken ground?
Our wills and our callouses are broken
We're imprisoned and bound- time is slipping away
Our wills and our callouses are broken
We're imprisoned and bound

An explorer with flag in hand, forgetting how it all began
How far away from home are we when we think that we're there all along?

Where do I stand if there's nothing but broken ground?
Our wills and our callouses are broken
We're imprisoned and bound- time is slipping away
Our wills and our callouses are broken
We're imprisoned and bound

Break the cycle, but be prepared to clean the shards without wounding your hands
You could never be
You could never be anything that I've become
Pray remembrances are few and far between
As far as I can see you could never be
You could never be anything that I've become

(Day in, day out, we trace, we doubt)