History flies all around me

An angry swarm of mistakes

I ran away but not far enough

I thought they were gone, I didn't realize

I kept them alive in the back of my mind

If I could forget it would starve them to death.



Pay no attention to the monsters

That come ahead of their time

They hurt much more before they're real

Their fingers reach from the future

To clutch my throat and play with my mind

Turning away would starve them to death.



All that's left in my power

Is trusting or not, in this hour

If I believe it would starve them to death...