(Verse)
Releasing hold, of the victim's mind, taking back control 
from hope or chance. 
The past a desolate dream, a self-created, struggle just 
above the surface. 
(Chorus)
Getting so old, you feel the length, but not its worth. 
As these waves of doubt surround, will you keep them 
away? 
(Verse)
You never stopped to question, that safest slide, from 
past to present the failures feared their way in. 
So often overwhelmed now, but learned to see, some things 
for what they are and should be.
(Chorus)
Getting so old, you feel the length, but not its worth. 
As these waves of doubt surround, will you keep them 
away?