I'm trying   To mold this into something that works   I've been   Tearing down these walls I once stood   With these hands   Are callused from failure attempts of construction that   Never end   (Never)      This assembly line can't move any faster   The steady course we've had   Is nearing it's decline   (It's decline)   (Decline)   Unless we pick up production   I never wanted more than to be satisfied   Am I capable?   This feels so far away   (Far away)   So far that forever seems closer      It's too late   I'm sorry   Don't believe the stories   I can't control what is said   I'm here now for what it's worth   I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless      And I can remember   The bliss of ignorance   No need to compromise heart and mind   I'm spoiled by   The opposition forced to face this endeavor   Will I succeed   In managing the impossible?   Someone help me out   I'm miserable      It's too late   I'm sorry   Don't believe the stories   I can't control what is said   I'm here now for what it's worth   I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless      Believe this   If nothing else I'm true to my word   I'm true to my word   I'm true to my word      It's too late   I'm sorry   Don't believe the stories   I can't control what is said   I'm here now for what it's worth   I'm hurt and honest explanations feel useless