Trust Fall

Reputation Implication Separation No Conviction It's gotta be the rippling of your eyes The evidence of pain withdrawal It's gotta be the rhythm of your mind This is the storm before the trust fall No distraction Indignation Old constrictions It's gotta be the rippling of your eyes The evidence of pain withdrawal It's gotta be the rhythm of your mind This is the storm before the trust fall Gone are the days when you'd given up all hope Desperate place at the end of your rope Gone is the space where you, you lost all control A constant rat race where you never reach your goal Move the wretched out And retch it out, to be condoned Move the wretched out And retch it out, and return Home