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Текст: With Honor. Elevens.

Please tell me how we did this
We got ourselves into such a mess again
We've fought so long
We can't remember what the hell it was all about

I can't count the times I've turned around
Cheated my promises, and sold you out
How is this not a waste of time?
These blind eyes won't see me through

I'm feeling for a hand to hold me now
Lift the veil, see the truth
There's so much further left to climb
And not one inch has been secure

I'm feeling for a hand to hold me now
Lift the veil and endure
Be it my dexterity for long-winded alibis
But excuses came full circle months ago

I've wanted to walk away, but it can't be right
To forget the knocking and throw the fight
Silence the wanting and blackout the firelight
I'm digging deep to find
Resolve to change, will to draw lines

I'm putting old ways to the knife, I'm dying here this time
Because honestly I can't relate
While lying to your face every day
With webs of lies spun to justify all of my failures

I've realized my heart's content, I may never see an end
So when you need me I'll be outside
Throwing rocks at the moon every night 'til the day I die
I still believe that faith can move the mountains