Start to seclude and sever the feeble bonds
What was so weakening?
What lead it astray?
To Predict or predicate the outcome of the smallest of collisions
Add a little weight
Disrupt the orbit
Run Atlas, run
Spare me the parade
We are glad but what persists after ending the charade
All laid upon my shoulders
Now, to sever every strip
And let it slip
(I'm) Adrift in this for far too long
This forlorn hope
States of ain soph aur
Who would run and cower?
A merchant of redemption sSometimes earns seeds of silence
When you pass me by make a decision,
Hale us to safety
Never aimed to be a hero
Never longed for the tragedy
I can't be the shadow anymore, to veil your eyes from inequities of the past
Know, now, hold on,
Sever all ties
In the End disposition lies within
And so does all affection
Still need some time to pack, it's so much more now
Some things need to end
These sickening ways of vacillation, complacency
Begin to try to be what once was me
Run Atlas, run
Spare me the parade
We are glad but what persists after ending the charade
All laid upon my shoulders
Now, to sever every strip
And let it slip away
Hold on, sever
Hold on to sever

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