Blackball کے بول

Despite the din the only thing I hear is a screaming thought spun in my mind A voice I left behind is following, growing, calling me back. Just once I wish that some great wave would spray and sweep me off my feet The cribs got cracks and they all think ill slipping Sometimes we fall, sometimes its safe to hide behind a false face, This time I've got no faith to hide Just perfect hindsight. Cast me out if you can And if it's unfair, well life's unfair. As for pipe dreams, You label me, I'll level you. Equipped for this; if you've got threats Come on take your best shot If I lost my way then I'll stumble back to the lost and found.