Typical of a masquerade Integral of the unsound braid Sold on its strength within As its unraveling And you cling as it divides (Better look up before you hit the floor Had a hold once but you needed more) What did you want it to be? Nothing is guaranteed
Made the fall once but it’s not for me now
Hand over hand Thought that I had a solid hold But I was not the one who was in control Hand over hand Though the rope breaks I cannot be stopped Strand by strand till I reach the top Hand over hand
