Cave In

The walls around you start to distort

Can't decide what they even support

The outcome is out of your control

It's hard to create when fortune favors the cold

Fortune only favors the cold!

Embrace the taste of desperation

The lasting bitterness of hope

Focus on a new fixation

Finish tightening the threads for your rope

Cave in!

Fold!

Cave in!

Don't try to shape the mold

Embrace the choke of your creation

The lasting sore on your tongue

Destroy the make of your foundation

Feel it slice through your lungs

The outcome is out of your control

Fortune only favors the cold!

Don't try to shape the mold

You're too weak to defy the fold

Cave in