Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling Moving faster through my veins And bleeding out the sun That And burning my eyes If this is a crutch for the weak Then I am the least of these So cut off my arms and break my legs So I don Choking on all of the feeling That I Tasting the failure on my lips That I And this is my last chance for survival A last ditch effort to cure my ache We We We The lies that I They won This is the end of the story that I can't forget This goes far beyond our loyalties And we feign as a shield That But we held our heads so high We have not yet defeated failure