your grandpa died when you were nine, they said he had lost his mind.

how frustrating and so degrading, his time we're wasting as time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading.

the man deserves a medal but he's never really won a prize before.

i know you want to leave, but friend, please don't take your life away from me.

my crime is my sentence, repentance is taking commission.

someone said "away you go," and someone said to you "goodbye."

and i'll try to delay what you make of my life.

i haven't found a drop of you.

but my name is lame, i can't walk and i ain't the same.

reign down.

he's been around so long he's changed his meaning of a chair now.

and as we near the end of land, with our ocean graves are just beyond the sand.

they all know you're qualified, but they lie when they blame it on the times.

and about this time of every year, the line will go to the ocean pier and walk right off into the sea, and then we fall asleep.

your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder inside your head than the winter of dead.

'cause i'm not sure i want to give you tools that can destroy my heart.

strike me down, i am calling your lightning down from your dark hiding place.

he goes to lock the door.

i ask myself the question: why i fall in line?

he's seen too many stare downs between the sun and the moon.

i won't fall in love with falling, i will try to avoid those eyes.

and if i'm not there and i'm far away i said "don't be afraid, we're going home."

cause i don't wanna fall, fall a-

and i'll die as i wait as i wait on my crime.

i'll keep the lights on in this place, 'cause i don't wanna fall, fall a-

and once again i will be in a march to the sea.

the air begins to feel a little thin as we're waiting for the morning to begin.

put on the glitter that your soul hides behind.

and the emotionless marchers will chant the phrase "this lines the only way."

plummet as i sing.

get up johnny boy, get up johnny boy.

the demon sat there waiting on her porch.

oh, we blame it on the times.

put on the glitter that your soul hides behind.

look in the mirror and ask your soul if you're alright.

strike me down, i am calling your lightning down from your dark hiding place.

why won't you let us use your name?

i'll keep the lights on in this place, 'cause i don't wanna fall, fall a-

he thinks that faith might be dead, but nothing kills a man faster than his own head.

then there were three men up front, all i saw were backs of heads. then i asked "am i alive and well, or am i dreaming dead?" then one turned around to say "we're driving toward the morning sun where all your blood is washed away and all your did will be undone."

my parachute will guide me safely to ground.

i know i haven't been the best of sons.

why won't you let us use your name?

and then i said "i'll take the grave, please just send them all my way."

do me a favor and try to ignore as you watch him fall through a blatant trapdoor.

the air begins to feel a little thin as we're waiting for the morning to begin.

and i'll fall in line.

take me out and finish this waste of a life.

there's miles of land in front of us, and we're dying with every step we take.

i'm in your mind. i'm singing la-da, la-da, la-da-da