[Ms. C:]
There is safety in numbers
Where the truth cannot find you
Thinking with one mind you will waste away
With no virtue to guide you
Thereâs a battle inside of you
This is not living
This is your decay
Itâs just a theory
But Iâm thinking much more clearly now
Iâm persevering
The truth will cost you dearly
We pursue perfection
We will suffer for it
The essence of unreason
Is the sleeping pill and youâre the bottle
Bottomless and dreaming
Now youâre wide awake and screaming
There is safety in numbers
Where the truth cannot find you
Thinking with one mind you will waste away
With no virtue to guide you
Thereâs a battle inside of you
This is not living
This is your decay
One decision
Canât take the life Iâm living now
A war of attrition
Iâll fight to be forgiven
We pursue perfection
We will suffer for it
The essence of unreason
Is the sleeping pill and youâre the bottle
Bottomless and dreaming
Now youâre wide awake
How long have you been straddling the fault line
Waiting for the perfect time to just let go?
Body is broken so sick and tired
Waiting for the perfect time to just let go
Donât lose hope
Donât dull away
This is not living
This is decay
Here youâll be tiptoe straddling the fault line
Until you find the perfect time and just let go
A parasite
Dwells in me
This parasite
That I feed
Time to let go
Iâll let go
There is safety in numbers
Where the truth cannot find you
Thinking with one mind you will waste away
With no virtue to guide you
Thereâs a battle inside of you
This is not living
This is decay
Now youâre no longer straddling the fault line
Waiting for the perfect time to just let go
Body is healing, the spirit regains feeling
Waiting for the perfect time to just let go
Don't lose hope
Don't dull away
This is not living, this is decay
This is decay
This is decay
Waiting for the perfect time to just let go