Reach out my hand just to be pushed back down

In the coldest summer we will drown

Defeated left alone taking on the wrong cure

With a price too steep asking what went wrong

A lost connection, dispatch uncertain

The truth is weighing in its moving day again

A harmful diversion perfect in every way

The truth is weighing its moving day again

Reach out my hand just to be put back down

In an endless summer we will drown

Defeated not alone taking on the wrong cure

With a price too steep asking what went wrong