The Gift of Ghosts - In The Wake of Failure lyrics

Our vices nick like the prick from a pin (tearing away at your fibers) A stitch in time to heal these wounds (rebuilding your life in patchwork) You're stepping down from this White walled, stair well You're staring the beast in the eye As he stalks your every motion Each step's a crack in your foundation That you've worked so hard to build Our vices nick like the prick from a pin (tearing away at your fibers) A stitch in time to heal these wounds (rebuilding your life in patchwork) Just get a hold A grip of yourself You're moving backwards in time In this ensemble of titans You're only a mouse Playing the notes all too soon Our vices nick like the prick from a pin (tearing away at your fibers) A stitch in time to heal these wounds (rebuilding your life in patchwork) Just get a hold A grip of yourself You've been here You know it all too well Just take it in The bitter taste of hell Our vices nick like the prick from a pin (tearing away at your fibers) A stitch in time to heal these wounds (rebuilding your life in patchwork) Just get a hold A grip of yourself We're awaiting the crescendo The ending credits