I've reached, the apex of my boredom, I've RSVP'd with a no to my own funeral What good does it do me, to just be complacent To be a replacement To never even try (never try) The sleepless nights Spent plotting my escape I have the key, but cannot find the gate (find the gate) There's no such thing as an atheist foxhole, but goddammit here we are There are no easy answers, there are no second chances There is only regret in the rearview, of your backwards glances This victory rings hollow and empty, there is so much more to go, there is so much more Destitute, I won't give in to this No not again this is my cross to bear this is my weighted anchor I won't let go I hold on with all I've got