No more rope to hang from
Strict comprising lines abstain
They move around this empty place
Everything accumulates
Everything still accumulates
Everything still accumulates
Thinking this over
Never really thought it through
The helpless direction
Neglect to the accord
Its nothing at all
It never was
I just never spoke
I just never spoke
Grinding jaw says the most
I just never spoke
Cutting close
Now cut it short
Feet just never hit the floor
Surfacing, circling, cycling
Cutting through my empty nerves
Now the fault lines reappear
Take it all
I just can't fall fast enough
Enclose this bereaving clutch
Creeping through my skull
The act of keeping numb
The fail-safe it becomes
When all is said and done
I can't fall fast enough
No more rope to hang from
Nothing else surrounds me
In this wake
In this state
I am not complete
Suspended forever
I'll give you all I have to give
No more rope to hang from
Now I'll live with it