Texty: Botch. We Are The Romans. Frequency Ass Bandit.

Anchored Awake
Wringing my hands
Weighing
my time
Running down dreams
Buying your life
Patience is a girl I've been trying to forget about
Always rearing her ugly head when I am choosing
she's losing
She's the one who stills sits alone
Comforting smile saves me from making the same
mistake drag it out of me
Take what you've got
make it better
I feel the loss I bear my own cross
Enjoying the last seconds we have
My unseen
dictator grasps throats with both hands
It brings
about euthanasia
Who hold my fate in their hands
Not you
Endless