You could cut those ties that had you strung up to your past, but you don't. You got all that weight and all that stress, carrying time. Let it go. And if you tell a lie, oh, it echoes on. And if you cross a line, the line holds on. I wanna know… What does it sound like, ticking clocks, the metronome inside your head? Like bomb set to blow, heart beating in your chest, it's a secret that you'll keep again. You'll level out the ground when the fucking thing explodes and your friends will have to bury it. You could live that dash or sit wait for the ending date to come. We work so hard, it goes so fast. We forget, become numb. And if you tell a lie, oh, it echoes on. And if you cross a line, the line holds on. I wanna know… What does it sound like, ticking clocks, the metronome inside your head? Like bomb set to blow, heart beating in your chest, it's a secret that you'll keep again. You'll level out the ground when the fucking thing explodes and your friends will have to bury it. I wanna know if we're getting out of here. Please make it clear.
