By popular demand you fall to waste again.

Brought to the execution by a friend.

The guilt is wearing down the defense, and gearing up your same old reasons.

Allowing you to relive the same old day.



I can see the pain living inside you.

I can see the change standing beside you.

Lean on me this time.



Somehow you slip behind and go on your way.

Somewhere inside you'll find a place to make this stay.

For now it's wearing down the defense, deconstructing every pretense.

Crawling up your spine and watching you decay.



[Chorus]