The Terror Pulse - KEN mode

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