by popular demand you fall to waste again.
brought to the execution by a friend.
the guilt is wearing down the defense, and gearing up your same old reasons.
allowing you to relive the same old day.
i can see the pain living inside you.
i can see the change standing beside you.
lean on me this time.
somehow you slip behind and go on your way.
somewhere inside you’ll find a place to make this stay.
for now it’s wearing down the defense, deconstructing every pretense.
crawling up your spine and watching you decay.