Now I'm running out of reasons
And I spoke too soon
The clock weighs on the counter top
And everything is sinking through the floor
You hold the door
And I?ll pressure the hinges
Would you trust these locks?
And sleep to hide your secrets?
Dodging bullets is easier
When you don't believe in fate
And I swear, yes I swear
That we won't make it obvious
When we turn around again
What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you're not alone?
You keep running out
Turn around again
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
Burning all your dreams
I'm running low on secrets
That will quench your thirsty ears
And I count the seconds
Between distraction and the moment
Fifteen seconds till melt down
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor
So I see the light in the stairway
And the room is littered with maps and hotel keys
So we turn around again
What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you're not alone?
You keep running out
Turn around again
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
Burning all, burning all your dreams
Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams
Wear the robe of the pig skin
And he?ll wear the crown
Wear the robe of the pig skin
And he?ll wear the crown
He?ll run and he?ll run
And he?ll run till you stop him
What are you afraid of?
Why are you so afraid?
Turn around again
I see your eyes changing
And your passion?s gone again
You're still running out
Turn around again
We desire to be comforted
In this broken world you're in
Fifteen seconds till
Fifteen seconds till
And I spoke too soon
The clock weighs on the counter top
And everything is sinking through the floor
You hold the door
And I?ll pressure the hinges
Would you trust these locks?
And sleep to hide your secrets?
Dodging bullets is easier
When you don't believe in fate
And I swear, yes I swear
That we won't make it obvious
When we turn around again
What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you're not alone?
You keep running out
Turn around again
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
Burning all your dreams
I'm running low on secrets
That will quench your thirsty ears
And I count the seconds
Between distraction and the moment
Fifteen seconds till melt down
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor
So I see the light in the stairway
And the room is littered with maps and hotel keys
So we turn around again
What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you're not alone?
You keep running out
Turn around again
You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
Burning all, burning all your dreams
Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams
Wear the robe of the pig skin
And he?ll wear the crown
Wear the robe of the pig skin
And he?ll wear the crown
He?ll run and he?ll run
And he?ll run till you stop him
What are you afraid of?
Why are you so afraid?
Turn around again
I see your eyes changing
And your passion?s gone again
You're still running out
Turn around again
We desire to be comforted
In this broken world you're in
Fifteen seconds till
Fifteen seconds till
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Love the breakdown
This is why I thought of this...
"I see your eyes changing and your passion’s gone again.
You’re still running out. Turn around again.
We desire to be comfort in this broken world you’re in."
The passion for God is lost when you give into sin. Running away from him...the last line is obvious.
"Wear the robe of pig skin and he’ll wear the crown.
He’ll run and he’ll run and he’ll run till you stop him."
If you wear the pig skin, Satan will wear the crown. (Pig being a dirty animal, sinful)
I'm not sure but this is what I think.
who does not use melodic choruses one can easily see why loving breakdowns is necessary to properly appreciate hardcore music. I am insulted that you think I only listen to music with breakdowns, because that would be very close-minded of me. I also only break repairable things.
I�m running low on secrets that will quench your thirsty ears.
Running low on things to say to the non believer that will bring him to Christ.
Dodging bullets is easier when you don�t believe in fate.
It's easier to avoid conversion when you don't believe in a firm relationship with God or a path to Heaven.
You hold the door and I�ll pressure the hinges.
In order to convert, the non believer must lead himself into it with the help of the converter.