Have you played your cards or is this a paper trail?   This is why you've been leading me on to derail.   There's a need to be accepted and without fail, the moon will bring them out.   We are calling to sail.      So meet me by the shoreline where there is no water there.      I hate to shatter plans, but I still believe that things will get worse before they start to retreat.   If we don't die now, then for the sake of the fall - God, save us all.   God, damn us all.      It seems that we are rushed and I still want to know why I'm bleeding and you're taking control.   Sometimes it seems the holiest of us have the worst   vices, wont you bring me to the end of my world.      A lock.   A key.   Control.   Defeat.   They don't give a good goddamn about anything.