Cloaked کے بول

Ticking through decades, impaired and unchanged Move in the space between where decisions were made Is it too much to live with this? The worst of it still growing Claim, channel, define by one distraction Ruled without intention, some days I felt that burden Is it too much to live with this? The worst of it still growing What lies beyond the end of this? Wait for it Screaming on the outside looking in Longing for the simplicity of nothing To bend without breaking when chances are slim Locked in this rhythm, locked in this ruling Screaming on the outside looking in Longing for the simplicity of nothing To bend without breaking when chances are slim Longing for the list of things I'm losing