Tekster: Ambitions. Stranger. Redemptive Soul.

I'm skipping over a last request
I'm overriding the chance to confess
Resolutions I can't betray
Leaving echoes to mark my way

And I must go....

It's too late in the game
For me to make an escape
I'm still running in place
(remember my name)

Keep making your way
At the end of the day
There'll be no one left to blame
(cuz it's never gonna last)

Read on and fill the voided role
Your preface is my epilogue.

Vindication with open hands
Dead revisions I've laid to rest
Folding corners on things I've said
Conversations I'll play again

And I must let go....
It's too late in the game
For me to make an escape
I'm still running in place
(remember my name)

Keep making your way
At the end of the day
There'll be no one to blame
(cuz it's never gonna last)

Like weapons to the wounded
And guidance to the damned
Communicating backwards
I hope you understand