Texty:
Deviates Time Is The Distance

've been here one thousand times before One thousand times everyday and I still beg for more Not far from here I'll find myself But time is the distance

fate killed your plans." Fill this hole inside of me, I can't stand the ache this pain is killing me. Those who have suffered will understand that pain is

strong as a whole but hold on to the vision. By trying we all can be grounded and focused. The opposition is dying and we can see to keep the faith is

One in ten can't please me. This time is our time to speak freely. The blur is gone, you start leaving. Too real, too fast at this moment. I recognize

set the beat made strong by our models slow defeat. Disappointment is a way of life because their way of life is just not out there. We'll take our time

it be, is this the end? I've seen it coming from a far and I welcome it like a friend. A lost love, like a bright light. The direction I'm lacking is

And as soon as it came it was gone, taking more than it gave. What else could we have done? False hope and our weakness lead us on and on and on comforted

emotions, the driving force. The source of course, supports the foundation. It seems it's a near miss and replaces uniqueness. A patient patient is need