Ken Mode The Terror Pulse
I'm not blaming her
Logic keeps me bound
Keeps the pieces in check
And every beginning
Has its orchestrated conclusion
This is a lack
Of everything that was claimed
To have stood for
This is a lack
Of everything that was claimed
To have stood for
A lack; skittering and unapologetic
Within the eye of the storm
Taking refuge in small comforts, easy answers
Playing Judas and shirking accountability
A serious lack
That was wrong
It wasn't okay
It wasn't okay
No, no, I'm not okay
No, no, I'm not okay
This is goodbye to the man you once knew
Or did not; It doesn't matter anymore
It doesn't matter anymore
This is goodbye to the man you once knew
