i'm trying to mold this into something that works
i've been tearing down these walls i once stood
with these hands are calloused from failure attempts of construction that never end

this assembly line can't move any faster
the steady course we've had is nearing it's decline
unless we pick up production
i never wanted more than to be satisfied
am i capable this feels so far away so far that forever seems closer

it's too late i'm sorry don't believe the stories
i can't control what is said
i'm here now for what it's worth i'm hurt and honest
explanations feel useless

and i can remember the bliss of ignorance
no need to compromise heart and mind
i'm spoiled by the opposition forced to face this endeavor
will i succeed in managing the impossible someone help me out i'm miserable

believe this if nothing else i'm true to my word