The walls around you start to distort Can't decide what they even support The outcome is out of your control It's hard to create when fortune favors the cold
Fortune only favors the cold
Embrace the taste of desperation The lasting bitterness of hope Focus on a new fixation Finish tightening the threads for your hope
Cave in Fold Cave in Don't try to shape the mold
Embrace the choke of your creation The lasting sore on your tongue Destroy the make of your foundation Feel it slice through your lungs
The outcome is out of your control Fortune only favors the cold Don't try to shape the mold
You're too weak to defy the fold You're too weak to defy the fold Cave in