The warning signs are written on the wall and faded in
Can’t you see them, Can’t you see them
We build our palaces on cliffs that tremble on the brake
And forget them, we forget them
I see you reaching for the bottle, for the blame
It tides illusion, No resolution
We like the fuse and then reacts surprises that’s a flame
the sweet illusion, self confusion
And the truth is plain and simple lesson from the dust
You rip your harvest of your planting as you must
But we pretend were special and exception to the rule
We play the fool and break the tool
It willful, willful fall, a willful fall
We watched the same old stories on a million different screens
We’ve seen the ending, seen the ending
We trace the scars our father left and make the same mistakes
No amending, no amending
it calls the word of spark of anger, and the bridges burn
The chain reaction, no retraction we steering to the casm that we never ever learn
The bit attraction, no satisfaction
And the truth is plain and simple lesson from the dust
You rip your harvest of your planting as you must
But we pretend were special and exception to the rule
We play the fool and break the tool
It willful, willful fall, a willful fall
For a moment in a silence a different path appears
A chance to slowly turning off the heat
But the easy choices calling the comfortable old friend
And we choose the hurt again, we choose the end
And the truth is plain and simple lesson from the dust
You rip your harvest of your planting as you must
But we pretend were special and exception to the rule
We play the fool and break the tool
It willful, willful fall,
We plan the torn and cursed the wound we burn it down,
And morne the ruins we always born to ruin this
A willful fall, willfuuul
