| Cyclical, stuck inside a never ending rhyme | |
| But you're comfortable, just another decomposing alibis | |
| Sing yourself to sleep, count the days gone by | |
| But outside of your walls passes real life | |
| So here's a velvet covered brick, death comes to us all too quick | |
| Here's your chance to live, but I heard you say.... | |
| "We're heading nowhere | |
| It's not close to them | |
| Even horizons can fade | |
| Hope says she's never a saint | |
| they're all waiting on a prayer | |
| If we're heading nowhere" | |
| Turbulence, am I causing you to think outside a cell for once | |
| Just feel comfortable, dissolving years like no one else before | |
| And I said, lead to where you are, lead your way through this | |
| But fear and fail has made you its captive, it's passive | |
| So here's a velvet covered brick, death comes to us all too quick | |
| Here's your chance to love, but I heard you scream! | |
| "We're heading nowhere | |
| It's not close to them | |
| Even horizons can fade | |
| Hope says she's never a saint | |
| they're all waiting on a prayer | |
| If we're heading nowhere" |