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A Die From The Dice
Through Our Hands
Endlessly,
We’re falling away
Hopelessly,
We’re digging our own graves
There are so many scratches
On these written pages
Can we finish our story
Or will we burn away
And it’s so clear to me now
That we don’t know where we’re going
Lost in the timeline
Just living in the moment
And through our hands
The sand slips away
We’re trusting
And it just brings us down
Believing in
Our answers that can’t be found
We don’t know
There’s a price we must pay
For the harm
We’ll be tossed into our graves
There are so many scratches
On these written pages
Can we finish our story
Or will we burn away
And it’s so clear to me now
That we don’t know where we’re going
Lost in the timeline
Just living in the moment
And through our hands
The sands slip away
Hopelessly,
We’re digging our own graves
Lost in the moment
As the sands slip away
There are so many scratches
On these written pages
Can we finish our story
Or will we burn away
Yeni