Permanent

Two ways to choose,On a razor's edge,Remain behind,Go straight ahead.Room full of people, room for just one,If I can't break out now, the time just won't come.Watch me unwind.Rejected and depressed.Everything I am I hate.Confused, directionless.Knowing this is all we had.Existing on best terms we can untilDeath takes us from our own fucking hands.But nothing can touch us now.I tell myself that I know I don't want to be the man who tells storiesOf the all things that were ripped from my hands before I truly grasped them and I know if we shutdown in stages then let this be the last timeThat I ever fucking gave a shit, with my head in my hands, I never meant anything more than this,This is the story of permanence.This is the story of unchained momentumThis is the story of everything, we ever wanted.