Frankie is A Cutter کے بول

Everything is closing in with irrational certainty Awaiting any chance of reckless abandon With eager arms outstretched The stage is set Waiting and wanting When each future yesterday ends the same way All that surrounds Panoramic anxiety You can find me In the eye of the storm Fumble and falter on familiar empty words and I swear I've seen this one before Any solace is fleeting Ever seeking tethered hearts and storyboard dreams Forfeit God help us all The curtains are closing Our backs against the wall All meaning vanishes Draining away with every ounce of motivation Worthless and weak Relish in our own defeat This time has gone to waste and where are we? These velvet wings frame a scripted ending Lost alone on a doldrums sea So lie back down In an empty bed of praise Set your sails And drift away