Our time is borrowed and forced We atrophy in your ascension for more The writing on the wall is fading Cascading down and blacking out our light We atrophy in your ascension for more The words are weighed to chapters closing The pages kept the ones who've lost their stride I see you've written out the lines upon the course you'd have us ride But what if we refuse to sign? I won't follow you down You fan the flames to torch the future While I watch you burn it to the ground You fan the flames to torch the future I think I found the answer to the question Maybe moving on is our salvation It's pulling teeth to start again Lines still remain suspend your sentence An open-ended story you would bind This ink we bleed is drawn from knowing You'd lose the plot in trying to survive It's pulling teeth to start again and again But what if we refuse to? And I won't follow you down You fan the flames to torch the future While I watch you burn it to the ground You fan the flames to torch the future I think I found the answer to the question Maybe moving on is our salvation Is this a self-fulfilling prophecy? Is this your self-fulfilling prophecy? And I won't follow you down You fan the flames to torch the future While I watch you burn it to the ground You fan the flames to torch the future I think I found the answer to the question Maybe moving on is our salvation It's pulling teeth to start again