The Worst of Times
Does it satisfy?
Do you like the taste?
You're turning
You're becoming everything you hate
Listen well
If you die now
Know
It's never what I wanted
I am the water's flow
The wind in the sky
The stars that guide your path at night
Don't let a ripple cause you to capsize
So much time spent running lost in the forest
That you never saw it for the trees
You set sail with no avail
Destination free
One can seldom stop and smell the roses
When he's smothered by disease
One can seldom stop and smell the roses
When he's smothered by disease
Prodigal daughters
Prodigal sons
I've had a hand stretched out to you
But all you do is run
So numb-founded in the wilderness
The moment you met the sea
You set sail with no avail
Destination Free
Prodigal daughters
Prodigal sons
I've had a hand stretched out to you
But all you do is run
If you ever want a place to rest
To rest your weary bones, come see
I am the calm amidst the storm
Cast off your ragged bones and sleep
I am the water's flow
I am the wind in the sky
I am the ripple that will cause you to capsize
I watched you tear them limb from limb
Conduction your destruction
Burning bridges on a whim
Refusing to construct them
It doesn't satisfy
It doesn't satisfy
I don't like the taste
I'm turning
I'm becoming everything I hate
They were the best of times
But these are the worst of times
Autor(es): Burdened Hearts
